Chin Li

      A long-distance voice      That was the last time he called me by my name. His voice low, rather hoarse. Here and there, he paused; his speech slow, affecting a sadness I wasn’t to know. Long-distance call. Not unexpected. The usual. When will you...

James Knight

      Cockroach I began when the cockroach fell the cockroach was on the ceiling the ceiling was in a hospital the hospital was in a city and the cockroach on the ceiling fell underneath the ceiling and the cockroach were my mother and her belly and...

David Calcutt

      from Wintering 1 Things are hunkering down. Roots burrow deep, nosing among the winter nests, the curled fur and trembling antennae. The seed lie snug in the earth’s closed fist. Complete darkness. And a heat that’s miserly, generating just enough...

Ross McCleary

      I put a wolf in the basement The wolf is arguing with my neighbours. He is asking to be let out. He is persuasive, and good at small talk. He is no danger to them, but he is a crack in the pipes. I cannot remove him, cannot take an axe to his...

Kitty Coles

    Stonecutter What tool is best to slice the skull apart, to split it neatly, cleanly as a melon, and winkle out that small stone at the temple, cuddled up like a frog in its deep-mud winter burrow, growing fat as its skin sucks in the life of its host?...