by Lindsay Waller-Wilkinson
Audrey is debating whether or not to allow herself a third glass of sherry when she hears a clicking sound coming from the front door. She remembers... Read More...
Counting Backwards to Truly Awake
by A.J. Huffman
I fall asleep in the hands of a clock that ticks backwards. I find the counter motion comforting as I regress into dreams of the past (sometimes eve... Read More...
by Matthew Broomfield
the lake has a temple amongst the bulrushes
and each morning, it sends minnows
to sacrifice themselves at a muddy altar
as praise to the god called rain
the trees ... Read More...
Broke in Two
by Steele Campbell
Two inches farther and the concrete would have hit my hair—or only my shadow. As it is, I go to physical therapy three times a week. They say I will get a l... Read More...
Playwright Neil Bebber tells Amelia Forsbrook how lessons learnt from soap operas could help theatres clean up their act.
If you want to have a frank conversation about the sta... Read More...
Happened to someone else,
some place else. Until now,
I greet these hot, wet, wide eyes.
Here comes that red double-decker
bus, with this same number,
that I rode from South London
to thos... Read More...
by Martin Porter
It has been an angry winter. Deep blue horizons shudder beneath deeper clouds. Hoar shattered twigs twist upward where they fell, grasping for an unrelenting... Read More...