Die for Others – by JAMES MCADAMS

Die for Others   Every New Year brings with it its own problems.  In this blog, we will review easy ways to reduce your budget by confronting these problems, in order to pay-off outstanding loans and allow you to trade in your distress for the happiness of others (i.e. suicide).  This existential transformation can be…

Crosstown – by T.R. HEALY

 Crosstown   Still half asleep, his eyes cloudy and sore, Chastain rode the rackety escalator to the third floor of Garrity’s Department Store.  Men’s Furnishings.  He had not been in the store in months, not since Alice took him there to help her pick out a necktie to give to her father on Father’s Day. …

The Fear – by SARAH COTTINGHAM

The Fear   I don’t own a fridge. Amelia’s fridge is a Smeg, seriously shiny and effortless to open. There’s a montage of photos on the side: babies with varying amounts of hair, their eyes following me around the room. There is also a calendar – not the Hollyoaks Hunks Amelia had up in our…

The Accessory of Responsibility – by COLIN JAMES

THE ACCESSORY OF RESPONSIBILITY                                      She showed up in a large, white van.                                      Her cauterizing tools were kept                                      within Velcro flaps that enthralled                                      the vehicle’s essential task.                                      No discernible hats.                                      Her talent is concealed,                                      wrapped astutely out of sight,                                      in a long coat of lipid gabardine.                                      She…

A Most Unexpected Exhibition – by H.D. LOUGHREY

A Most Unexpected Exhibition H.D. Loughrey     With no idea what they were waiting to see, Adelphi Vaudeville’s guests formed a queue alongside the blacked out windows of the gallery. They clustered together like a flock of birds, shifting from one foot to the other. Heels clicked and clacked against the damp pavement. Furs…

The Tree/Lub Dub, Lub Dub (the beating heart) – by AZIA DUPONT

Lub Dub, Lub Dub         (the beating heart)   It seems no matter where I hide fetal-positioned cursing the rainclouds for infiltrating my brainwaves, my eyes all grey water pouring, a blinding fog choking me silent for the fifteenth time in two weeks, my husband is always there. He says the clouds are just water…

Collection of Poetry by CAMILLE GRIEP

Validation Code   At the drive through I’m buying chicken nuggets for the dog On our way home from the vet The drool is nerves, not hunger.     Paul at the window tells me there’s a backup, Nine people behind me. The woman at the second window screams at the Manager Paul made her…

Raw and Mouldy – by TEIGE MADDISON

    Daytime sadness frowns you scorning, never finding solace in a good man’s fibres; They’re rare things, raw and in apprehension of their side and the otherside that holds you up in its breaths and heartbeats but strangles you down; fungal python, which you it deciphers, churning your chunks cos you forgot nan’s coconut…

Don’t Disturb – by PETE LANGMAN

Don’t disturb Mr. Evans by Pete Langman    It had been the first rays of the sun falling on his face as they pushed their way through the flimsy materials of the curtains that woke him. It murders time, sunrise. That’s what she used to say. What she had said to him the very first…

A Collection of Poems – by KATIE LEWINGTON

Pick and Mix   My poems  barely reach the end of the page All my poems are on a word docx now I hope I have backed them up and they are fully secured It’s weird to suddenly have one less notebook to look through When compiling or revising My poems are different on a…

An Alarming Idea – by PETE LANGMAN

An Alarming Idea by Pete Langman   It was a spider. Not your average-sized spider, but one that might reasonably be called ‘fucking mahoosive’ if those two words were in any way capable of accurately communicating the thoughts that ran through Bill’s mind as he was confronted by a grinning arachnid approximately as large as…

The Pitch – by C. C. RUSSELL

THE PITCH     In the knee, bone scrapes against bone.  Quick zoom to close-up of man walking – x-ray vision of the leg.  We see impact.  His gait wobbles.  His face is a topography of pain not hidden well.  He is approaching the store while the morning sun burns off the clouds behind him,…