The lake was calmest at night. The days’ riotous winds slowed to soft breaths that quivered through the weeping willows along the shore, and the…
You: ten Regal Kingsize and peppermint Extra. Me: twelve tins of Harp and a bottle of Rumpleminz. That evening at the end of summer, the…
You are supine on our bed, your eyes closed. Outside our bedroom window the moon cuts sharp shadows as if it is not night at…
Funeral Hill’s fingers tap her spine like a ghost at the window. She shivers. No one touches her now but the maid and the baby,…
Nick Black’s writing has been published in lit mags including Okay Donkey, Ellipsis Zine, Entropy, Bending Genres, Lost Balloon and Jellyfish Review, He tweets about…
Luke bear-hugs the playground, arms flung wide. ‘Really-good-holiday.’ Katie looks up from her phone. ‘That so?’ She nudges her new sunglasses up her nose. He…
The night Mamaw got sick, the rain fell and froze. I heard my father get out of bed and head to the vineyard to try…
Not being a doctor anymore, it took Mr Vaughan a few seconds to register the cry for help. The fall, the clutching: even from where…
I pull the belt tight around my forearm with my teeth. The women laugh on the street below, following my scarlet trail, calling for me…
ammachi taught me how to kiss / my small face in her hands / bony cheekblade whetting mine /breathing in sharp / lungfilled as if…