Cut a long piece of paper At my bedside she used read me poems. Poems that grew from a sparkle in her eye and exploded…
‘This is not a day of celebration for the Church.’ Thus spake the priest, as the young couple looked up, and St Bernadette looked down.…
Running the gauntlet, Lynnie bats back the tri-color ginger leaves, whacking her way forward, navy baby birds, chirping black parakeets, here now is an owl.…
My mother used to tell me, bone-clean, mind, as foam swallowed my dirty hands. I’d pinch the skin tight around my knuckles, looking for answers.…
OLD Dress, circa 1951. Wedding, 2020. Tulle and fitted bodice. Tea length. Punk black boots, laced up, pointed hat with farcical veil. Marriage in the…
There is an emptying. Moon by moon they crack from hatches, mutate into puckered tentacles of faces, upturned, awaiting the fever-clutch of mother country’s helicoptered…
The glass thickens. I’m a weird thing now. I’m a creature of the deep, the down-deep, the unfound black-brown down-deep. I have my lights, my…
Happy International Flash Fiction Day! We will be tweeting the stories from Issue one all day today. We’re so proud of this issue – any…
Father said it was Mother’s job. Mother went to get. We waited undertable. Mother came with tools, and Father stood as Mother worked. We could…
On Eid, I wake up to the aroma of sweet seviyan. This hasn’t happened in the last five years. I hug Ammi and ask for some…