Rose Scooler (translated by Sibyl Ruth)

Smugglers in memory of Frau L. This blanket of dark; perfect conditions for our latest trip to the siding together. A woman can’t see what’s next to her nose as we clamber down, clutching bags and each other by the elbow. Mind out, it can’t be far from here. Shush....

Elisabeth Sennitt Clough

The Homewrecker and His Pun She has high hopes for her white sauce this Christmas. The roux glistens from the wash and slap of milk, as she lightens it a ladle at a time. Her veins grow taut on her forearm as she beats the buttery yellow mixture. Droplets hit her skin...

Stephen Daniels

Time of goodwill The elf on the shelf won’t stop staring we bought him from marks & sparks and he seems to turn a few degrees each evening I first noticed on the 5th December when his glare moved towards the newly constructed tree we got from b&q But lately he...

Sue Finch

      The Red Shoes Never danced with a boy. Wanted to. Couldn’t flirt and risk the invitation. No rhythm. No chance. I imagined the red shoes would do the trick. Too impatient to save (Twelve weeks an eternity to me) I distracted him; the Saturday boy...