Maria C. McCarthy

    Bless This House Bless this house; thank God it’s not us. When earthquakes and tsunamis are images we can flick to re-runs of The Simpsons, when the snatched child is not our own, and uniform photos on flag-draped coffins are other families’...

Paul Askew

    The Time I Tried to Work in a Café The Catastrophe Café. That was the café I worked in for a few months. The broken sign bore the tagline: “Embrace your mistakes.” The owner was called Jane and was as accident prone as they come. You never saw her...

Kushal Poddar

      The Day Of The Eyes Opening Those minute eyes sun conjures in the body of blue, you find in your mother’s face. They worked her soft. Broke her down. They all stares at you- where were you last night? The nights before? You remember living here....

Becky Cullen

      Bent Double Day 1. A summer of the same relentless heat starts up, with no respite.  What does take the edge off mean?  There is an ounce of fog. Day 2. My legs are odd. There is no taste to food. The ball that was unravelling starts to rewind...