by Zakia Carpenter-Hall | May 27, 2026 | Featured, Prose
Unsent Dear Gregory, How’s “James Dean” doing? I had a feeling our little stunt would work. I knew the second he saw us kiss, he’d come running back to you (you’re welcome, by the way). It’s kind of sweet how much effort he puts into that...
by Zakia Carpenter-Hall | May 23, 2026 | Featured, Prose
THE JUMBLE SALE The entry fee for the jumble sale at the homeless mission costs 20 pence or a pair of men’s jeans. I don’t have a pair of jeans with me would you believe. My quiet piece of silver plinks into the plastic bucket, and I reflect what...
by Zakia Carpenter-Hall | Mar 28, 2026 | Featured, Prose
Unmedicated We were happy people once. Not naïve, just animated, social, alive. We gathered constantly. We danced at weddings, at birthdays, at no occasion at all. Even grief had witnesses. Sadness visited but never unpacked its bags; it simply...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 12, 2026 | Featured, Prose
Loop Dr Summers presses the ignition and the machine whirs to life. Its enveloping metal arches bristle with electricity around him, humming with a new energy that has the platform beneath his feet trembling. The fluorescent lights of his...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 4, 2026 | Featured, Prose
No mental image I have a friend who designs cards for friends every Christmas. She carves the pattern into lino, maybe a robin, or a heart shaped a bit like a beetroot. I often feel like a lino tile someone has hollowed – not in a violent...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 2, 2026 | Featured, Flash Fiction, Prose
Unnatural Migration When Mom flew off with the Canada geese you made me promise that we would never leave one another. Ever. I wanted to protect you, even though you were an irritating baby sister who I had to bribe with candy and pop, so I could hang...
