New short fiction by Malcolm Bray

by | Aug 8, 2008 | Prose & Poetry

Two LettersWhen I lower myself on to the cold park bench, Doctor Kaldor’s letter crackles in my pocket like fire. I look around me in mute desperation. The old man is there again, on the next bench, wearing the same army coat and tattered woollen hat. I can smell him...

Doctor Oo is in chains

by | Aug 6, 2008 | Prose & Poetry

C-H-A-I-N-S I snuggle cold and cozyChains to keep me warm ?But the rain gets in.Each dizzying drop drips deep beneathUnevenly spaced slateRotten wood soggy and engorged…Shaking unwilled.Shivering sendsChattering teeth and Rattling rings of iron.Endless...

Witt Wittmann has a peace offering

by | Aug 5, 2008 | Prose & Poetry

Peace Offeringtalons ripthe bleating heartsparkle berries driptheir winegrasp and grabfive inches deepvisible by Julyflutter wingsa pink profusionbrown hangson the vinethreads of silver spundog-eared leavesfrom the book of lifedeath slithered nighsipping syrupy...

Jo Mortimer is gone

by | Aug 4, 2008 | Prose & Poetry

Gone I am going to Death on a tiger. My journey is not hard; we talk all the way. There are scratches on us but we look forward; the scratches don’t hurt. An eyelash of mine falls on the tiger’s head. I pick it up, wish for safe passage but drop it. The tiger shakes...