by Shane Larkin He soaks up days and air. I nose around in mud with lugworms and little ghosts of things. Cattle are anchored like…
by Charlotte Reynolds This time we do everything right. We recognise the signs. We take you to a specialist. We buy all the right books…
by Tom Vowler Outside the bar where you break up the journey to visit your dying father, a swallow hits the tarmac. It is late…
by Susan Triemert Next year when we find out Dad has moved in with his ‘twin family’, our late afternoon picnic will be recalled as…
by Mitch Moore Room was silent, restless, uneasy, an atmosphere that had become the norm. Room was feeling its age today. It cast its eye…
by Melissa Llanes Brownlee The sky commands and your lips spread wide as you gulp down, tongue extending to your chin, your jaw cracking open…
by Kik Lodge The man – whose eighteen oysters helter-skelter through his insides, flumed by dry white, and who says Norsemen, did I know, were…
by Sara Hills Marni Plinth magics babies from her mouth, one after another, to show how easy birth can be. Holding one to her breast,…
by Jo Withers Plates with swirling sauce patterns where food has been pushed around in silence. My teacup. Floral serving dish from wedding set, faded.…
by Kate Simblet I’m feeling Christmassy. The first Jesus of the season. He’s been writing – a sequel to the bible. It’s kept him busy,…