Mark McDonnell remembers a meeting

MeetingHere we are on this sloping ground amongst the pine trees. Low cloud ingests the mountain tops. You, oblivious to the scree and the roots, the rivulets and the mud, in your usual black town shoes and a raincoat. In my waterproofs and walking boots I feel almost...

Two prose poems by Katrina Naomi

For AA wasn’t one of the first, just one of the first to speak. A couldn’t say all of the words. I wasn’t a judge, A wouldn’t have one of those, but I believed the parts of A’s story she would allow. Permission is uppermost. Her country is R, this doesn’t really...

Some flash fiction for a Friday by Vanessa Gebbie

Beer, walletYou left your wallet. I will ring you, let you know. And no, I won’t do anything silly with the cards. I won’t even look for the photo of me you used to keep in the side pocket. I expect it’s gone. I need a drink. I expect I’ll go to the fridge, get one of...

Newamba issues a warning

Punch You in the Face The next time I see youI’m going to punch you in the faceDon’t ask me whyI’m not really sureIt could be that thing you said to me a long time agoThat I forgot and you can’t recallBut, nonetheless, it pissed me offMaybe it’s because you like...

Simone Mansell Broome sends a postcard from Crete

LizardA long tailed lizarddarts across melting tarmac,gone in a tongue flick.~ ~ ~ ~ ~TarmacThe road falls away,its collapse flanked by bunting,faded red-and-white warningsstrung from tarnished polesvisible in bright sunlight…driver, beware of the dark.~ ~ ~ ~...

Caroline Davies is moving on

Moving OnAt the Calderdale Royal Infirmary nothing moves, not even her chest. Peace has descended like snow carpeting the ground. Rain throws spats against the window Nurses move like shadowsA catering trolley comes squeaking pastpauses for a moment to acknowledge the...