Some short prose from Bobby Parker

by | Sep 6, 2011 | Prose & Poetry

Her Face FlickersBefore I go into the waiting room for clinical psychology I go for a piss. My bladder has been a bit funny lately. I piss too much. Sometimes it's difficult to piss.As I wait for it to flow, I stare at the silver flush button on the wall above the...

Thelma Laycock's 'Green, green grass'

by | Sep 5, 2011 | Prose & Poetry

The green, green grass.Looking out at the lagoon, he saw that it was a peculiar shade of bluish green.  Perched on the edge of it, like a large white communion wafer, was the moon.  ‘It looks bloody weird!’ thought Rhys, shrugging his fingers deeper into his...

Liz Loxley's 'Cuckoo Sister'

by | Sep 4, 2011 | Prose & Poetry

Cuckoo Sister Your mother named you Denise Florence:a pencil shavings, navy knickers, inky fingered name.I bounce the syllables on my tongue: they tasteof sherbet lemon; I roll them between my fingertips:the grit of salt and vinegar crisps pricks my paper cuts....

Morgan Shnier's 'Cracking Voice'

by | Sep 3, 2011 | Prose & Poetry

cracking voicei lied to my friendsto borrow the moneybut i think it was worth itso i could hire the contractorsand seamstresses necessaryto shorten my pants and shirtsleevesa centimeter at a timeand sand the rimsof my drinking glassesand sides of my toilet...