Darkness – by DEE LEAN

Darkness by Dee Lean A black cloud moves in amidst rolling thunder and thick, heavy droplets of rain. I stand by idly waiting for it to come closer. It will arrive slowly at first; something you can see at a distance  but blindly hope you will be able to shelter yourself from; or that it…

Welcome to Tragedy/Comedy Week!

Welcome, welcome, welcome to Sick Lit Magazine’s Tragedy/Comedy Week! We will have a wide array of work for you to peruse, ranging from poetry to flash fiction all the way over to some truly epic art. Prerna Bakshi, who bravely kicked off our first Poetry Week, will also be the first up for Tragedy/Comedy week….

Unmasked – by ANTHONY SPROUSE

Unmasked Chaotic randomness fills my mind,       stories,       ideas,         words. A clammer of different voices – demanding to be heard. Remember when… I have a great idea… Mines better… Worries creep in, what if…            will I manage…            will she live… Passion takes over, love, hate, betrayal, fear – will he stay?…

Four Winter Poems – by OWEN CLAYBORN

Four Winter Poems by Owen Clayborn Child Precipitous dark, hungering dark, I am kept from you only by her thin hair, her small head on my chest, and her smile I would miss too much.   Slaving Pain to Bones Slaving pain to bones Our cruel feet Cannot evolve the promiscuous dark past duality, And…

Broken Glass – by COLT PRYOR

Broken glass By Colt Pryor     Broken glass lit up my home’s entry hall. It was a gleaming trail of bread crumbs. I stared down, mouth agape, stepping gingerly, slowly, heartbeat in my ears. My right hip bone creaked as I lifted my leg up above the sharp edges that belonged to the glass…

Fears of Men/Penmanship/In Hollow Bones – by CHRISTOPHER GROSSO

Fears of Men   The fears of men leave a greasy smear on the ground trailing behind them. For a while, they are bears attacking a bee hive, ravaging the honeycomb for just a small taste of something so powerful that they are raptured into forgetting why their hands shake, lips quiver. The bee’s stingers…

Consensual/Daily Mail Order Bride/So Your Wife – by HOLLY DAFFURN

Consensual For the man who asked if I condoned paedophilia because I support homosexuality So I’d offer you my hand, but before you grasp my skin You’ll probably want to know where my fingers have been My hands show I’m a cellist, a wife, a writer but there are no clear signs of every queer…

Innocence – by ANTHONY SPROUSE

         Innocence by ANTHONY SPROUSE          Tommy rushed into the living room and immediately dived for his toy box, an enormous blue and green one his parents had bought him recently. He seemed to be getting a lot of gifts lately but didn’t understand why; not that he was…

Synaesthesia – by PETE LANGMAN

‘Stop, look, listen’, said Agatha, feeling young Matt tug on his reins, impatient to cross to the services, ‘… pay attention.’ He had been humming the Marseillaise for the last half hour, bringing Agatha’s sense of impending disaster into sharper relief. More pressing, however, was the current action of her son’s rather excessive intake of…