Shearing PenIf we don't sheer the woolly buggersthey will bleat themselves to deathand standing in the pen,we blather on about ituntil they do.* Dianne Feaver lives in Canada, she's been...

And All the BestFalse teeth, filled platters, diffident brides derided.Summer or was it fall come and gone. Halitosis appeared but no one was identified.The smartness of narrative was never more...

Harvard Divinity School Upstairs in the library old men in seersucker jackets, their hands speckled like snakeskin, shudder over the problems of theology.  No need to remind them that...

The HaircutDebbie cut my hair today. Mom paid for it, and it always makes me feel like a rotten failure that I have to rely on my mother for haircuts. For all I care it could grow and make children...

As Good As Gone Moonlight bright as day and cleaner slices between broken-open houseswaiting for the demolition crewsand a row of battered skips stuffedfull of goods and chattels left behind by...

Little Helps   The house wept. Inconsolable sobbing woke them. The lights flickered on, glared with klaxon grief then dimmed to a pallid glow. The house computer whimpered. Tina spoke kindly to...

Travelling You have been travelling with me for decades;even before you were born;your toothbrush next to mine in my suitcase,the bristles damp from the cold water in our last hotel. I...

We've got another collection of short items for you today by Tania Hershman, Vanessa Gebbie and Jim Murdoch but we start with a short flash piece (as if there could be a long flash piece) by...

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,...

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...