Flash Fiction: Post-Mortem
On the medical examiner’s table: Women’s bodies. Wolves’ bodies. Rigor-mortis limbs like life-size dolls. Blood-matted fur flayed over...
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- Apr 21, 2021
Poetry: Druridge Bay, One Spring Day
A stick-sketched heart survives the ebbing tide. Scalloped lines, curve, swell and taper rolling over hard and soft sand – fresh wind...
- Apr 16, 2021
Poetry: "Aldi" & "They Go To Lidl Every Saturday Afternoon"
ALDI Someone told me, the man across the way in our avenue, who wears shopping bags on his feet, also works in a meat factory. But this...
- Apr 14, 2021
Poetry: "Runaway" & "To Suffer A Nightmare Alone"
Runaway This crown of feathers masked strangers bestowed upon me makes my eyes itch to the point of tears, tears that roll down my cheeks...
- Apr 12, 2021
Poetry: I Suppose It Is Easy To Forget
I suppose, it is easy to forget shadows. How they move and feel. Their utter nothingness at the edge of vision. Tendrils ...
- Mar 27, 2021
Fiction: How To Survive As A World-Hopper
1. You are not the tangled Spider Plant your seventy-five-year-old foster mom (five worlds ago) made you water every day. So stop sending...
- Mar 23, 2021
Poetry: "My Mother Reads "Kissing Hand" To Me Before Bed"
(a golden shovel poem after the song “You Are My Sunshine”) Every night before bed, you read “The Kissing Hand” to me. The book with the...
- Mar 21, 2021
Poetry: "Y2K"
Hey, I was there! Waiting for the end of the world which resembled the entrance of the Black Hole at Alton Towers. As the car shunts...
- Feb 27, 2021
Poetry: "North & South"
The door shouted as you came in after work. Your high viz brought in a fake sun. We tilted words off our heads as we nodded. You never...
- Feb 25, 2021
Poetry: From "The Book of Etiquette for F**k Buddies"
i. I know you by the many names you use for camouflage: fbuds, blow bud, Netflix and chill, bennifriends, “maintenance,” white boy toy,...