The Capris of Middle Age
Vicky Macdonald Harris No longer the resort capris of Laura Petrie dancing past her husband forever flat on the floor; she espousing […]
Vicky Macdonald Harris No longer the resort capris of Laura Petrie dancing past her husband forever flat on the floor; she espousing […]
Anthony D’Aries Don’t tell your four-year-old son how Marvin Gaye died. Unless you want to answer questions about fathers and guns and […]
Eleonora Balsano Fresh blood is the colour of Pinot Noir, bright red and translucent. I’ve never said this to the […]
Hattie Jean Hayes I finally dream of the cathedral. The air is stiff for a storm. I find you at the end […]
Ann Gelder At first there were three deaths: two big deaths and a small death. These deaths were well-mannered. They always […]
Lee Potts I worked for your mother one summer digging. Setting roots tangled up in soil from some other place into holes […]
Ashley Espinoza My dad shows me an entire photo album of my mom pregnant with me. It’s weird, my dad has never […]
Rosie Garland My mother lives in a house full of gravestones. Every morning, she vacuums around their beds and washes their […]
Tyler James Russell You tell yourself you aren’t doing anything, not really, nothing strictly wrong. This is just how things are, and […]
Tyler James Russell If you laid them out fingertip to fingertip like rows of paper dolls the girls would cover the lower […]
Madeleine Pelletier Grandmother’s kitchen is a gathering place. Women turn their masks inside out, cluster round cooking pots, and offer prayers to […]
Evelynn Black the artist: the first person to set out a boundary stone, or make a mark –Deleuze & Guattari, A Thousand […]
Ailing Zhou She walks into a café by the lower end of the Hudson to check off a box the front is […]
Edward Barnfield In the morning, there’s a hole where the house used to be. The kitchen, where we drank tea and talked […]
Emma Lee As the others settle into the end-of-term going-through-the-motions of set exercises, I’m marked as different. The maths teacher tells me […]
Janna Miller Countess Herzinga was the first to study the transmutable properties of eggshells as applied to light and sound. Her […]
Janna Miller Nazi ghost houses roam the countryside, setting up bars and brothels. Come in, come in, they say. You do not […]
Maeve Reilly We all have to eat Mr Buzzard we all have to twist sideways, eyes down, hovering to get the best […]
Anne Daly A turlough blooms each winter at the bottom of our road. It used to be my road, when I was […]
Kate Hargreaves in pelting sop-footed rain on the South Bank belly warm with jackfruit & espresso I held the rope railing & […]
Kate Hargreaves 1. Unroll foxes, hares, and long-tailed birds from foliage in unintrusive neutrals. Mark with pencil, pattern repeat ensuring an excess […]
Emily Devane Always, the sun shines and the black telephone dangles from its cloister wall like a stricken beetle. Always, […]
Mary Ford Neal It’s a small stretch of sea, but it boils with anger. Still, it will be the colour of my […]
K.A. Nielsen My skeleton tilted their skull up, stretched their bones wide in the cool, crisp sun. We stood in the […]
Kate Crowcroft the letters are there, they are ink holding patterns multi-cursive hand at the door late in suit and tie round […]
Kate Crowcroft A few months before the crashyou slid chicken skin down the vegetable shoot. How you get here, girl? She ran […]
Laura Pike I lie in bed, shivering in cold sheets, waiting for the nightly crumb of her affections in an otherwise […]