George Moore is lying on a desert bed

by | Jun 5, 2010 | Prose & Poetry

DESERT BED     The alkaline white histories are as permanent as anyone gets, bone pure, salt cured, and the bike rides like a hot spider on the back of a burning deck, and all the sea is white cream fire, and the outskirts of Las Vegas recede into the blood...

Samantha Wynne-Rhydderch is tacking stitches

by | Jun 2, 2010 | Prose & Poetry

DressmakingThey might have thought she was dead,the sailors, as they docked opposite her door, as if some trick of the light would dupe them into seeing her propped in a black box by the stove, but truly she’d bedictating stitches whilst they crossedthe quay tilting...

Catherine Edmunds is in the rain

by | May 31, 2010 | Prose & Poetry

in the rainall the lost pieces of her lifeline the alleyway in Bercy:a slot machine rocking horse, barrels of beersquare planters with shrubsshe shakes her head. this isn’t right.above her, unholy clouds threatento let loose their wares.a river of urine trickles past...