They lived off this headline for years. Never married. Gave talks in primary schools. Children asked the same questions. What bit of the house did…
I regret to inform you that my heart has been accepted elsewhere; I must therefore withdraw my submission. I truly admire your publication. I won’t…
Let me lay my head down for a moment, just a second’s rest. The sunlight on my face is so heavy, my hot thoughts lead.…
Sometimes I come for the ghosts of arguments. The stone-chip in a windscreen, The tell-tale tyre track rubber. Counterfeit diamonds of brake light glass. Sideswiped…
Spring sunlight lands on them precisely, like the light and shade of those Impressionist paintings you loved. And I came to love them. Here the…
After, someone sends me a copy of the video. A montage of falling bodies, of gravity’s call and startled birds, water droplets splashing onto the…
Cathy Ulrich sometimes thinks about how long the fall must have been. Her work has been published in various journals, including Scrawl Place, Bureau Dispatch…
Every day I inch closer to the crumbling cliffs and listen, hoping the waves will whisper their secrets – shifting songs of selkies, cathedrals of…
My mother got the stuffing knocked out of her by a snarling Teddy Boy, who’d growl at her to button up. She didn’t. Pursing her…
That night, I don’t know whether we were dancing or swimming. Streetlights made prisms of the cobbles, flickers of amber and blue pooling under our…