Monthly Archives: January 2015
Hamish Scott
I am Deid I Yer kist is wuid Yer graff is yird Yer heidstane is stane I am deid I am the wuid I am the yird I am the stane I am deid II I am … Continue reading
Andrew Hunter
One and other This is not a photograph. That is not you sitting with your legs folded up under your long grey skirt pulled far down over your knees and your arm straight down to the ground taking all of … Continue reading
Dah Helmer
Appearance Fog wraps the city in its own grudge, drags east to dampen the suburbs. Late-noon light, a darkened soul against the steady lick of traffic over August asphalt. Now the fog drops, like a wet handkerchief, then lifts, … Continue reading
Dora Wright
Just Desserts We met by chance in an ice-cream parlour. He said he was addicted to ice-cream and liked to end every meal with it. Turned out he was addicted to a lot of things, like alcohol, other women and … Continue reading
J M Brown
Dependant A shadow limped towards the bar, a gentle soul, tall, rangy and pale as a moon. Mickey was a daytime drinker, a stranger to the night. The barman held the glass to the optic, passed the trembling frame its … Continue reading
Maria C McCarthy
A Piercing Fifteen. Gold studs boiled in a saucepan in Mrs B’s kitchen. Pinch your ear, she said. Don’t tickle; do it harder, and grabbed the lobe till dead, pushed the post through flesh, shifted the pressure of finger and … Continue reading
Oonah V Joslin
Perfect Plumage Speckled tussock in a dip of screes it lies, game bird, deceives the enthusiast; defies the eagle’s hungry eye. At hostile heights survives thrives on insects, berries, lives on shoots. Silent as winter, snow-settled, suited to season, hard … Continue reading
The Open Mouse 