Arachne Veiled by lace she sits. Facing September mists, getting fatter by the minute she sits eating mites. Trailing out their insides thinning rapidly into air, visited by the...

  Fire Gathering   By striking stone like this on stone we flake a fragment of the jagged pain exchanged when angry clouds lash out at hunch-backed hills and growl at sprawling plains....

  Infinite Septembers                         E.K. Smith is a new writer whose work has appeared in Misfits' Miscellany and...

      The Fruit It grows. Orchard like. Bud, flower, fruit. Grab hold, try a branch for size. It fits, like that dress sitting neatly on your curves, Makes you feel like a woman....

      Musical Cushions The woman in the dream armchair said: ‘You must be one of those people who doesn’t realise that music’s playing all the time.’     David Mac is one of...

    Exuberance and a girl called Kimberley I want to be generous as my feet are firmly planted in clay and I’m in danger of disappearing into a big hole; my house is made of diamond-cut...

    Fukushima staggered by a blow six hundred million times more fierce than the first time man delivered a sun to bloom and scorch upon her loam untold shadows no fire this time in...

    Virgo “Trying”. It’s what the horoscope always says. Virgo: persevering, determined, thorough. Like a dreary school report the same from year to year,
“Tries hard. Tries hard”, but...

  Stars The stars were falling kamikaze.  We traced their arcs in the black while you talked them down.  We are stars you say.  Crescendos of bits thrown in fits, explosions casting us adrift. ...

    Void  I imagine that this is like being inside the song blue velvet, dark as fifties crooners Silencing as drinking ink, flows in my nose and ears and mouth not suddenly but with...