by Helen Ivory | Jul 13, 2023 | Featured, Prose
HUT EXIST 32 Something child There is a muttering in the hut, a miniature sandstorm whirled out of the doorway and spiralled into the curtain of evening. The something child ent gonna change. The something ent gonna get old. That and this are my...
by Prerana Kumar | Jun 30, 2023 | Featured, Prose
Canary Wharf Outside, in the plaza, men march forward. Women change from trainers to work heels. Gardeners rip out rows of wilting flowers. The news scrolls like a river round the Reuters building. No Police...
by Prerana Kumar | Jun 26, 2023 | Featured, Prose
Time to Go 5.03AM: Our Health starts to go at late middle age. Doctors hazard a guess at what’s wrong in the grey haze under the skin, but at some point they stop bothering. Whatever is slowing us down is left alone; the broken cogs don’t need...
by Prerana Kumar | Apr 28, 2023 | Featured, Prose
Hutch Ado About Nothing Carrie crouched beside a ramshackle rabbit hutch and watched as her boyfriend tried to squeeze through its narrow door. She’d thought it looked cramped and dingy, really too small for a poor bunny to live in. ‘Nah,’ Nick...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 17, 2023 | Featured, Prose
Knee Deep At night, the headlights of cars are like vacant eyes. I stand in the living room, knee deep in life, and listen to the dogs in the neighborhood. I keep the photo of him in my kitchen drawer, on top of the pot holders. He says, ”I have...
by Prerana Kumar | Mar 30, 2023 | Featured, Prose
Stranger There’s an opening in the clouds like the sky has fallen and grazed its knee. The bus is idling at the side of the road as more passengers clamber aboard. A man is crying, loudly and uncontrollably. Each tear fastens itself to an eye for...
