Selkie
1 Fríðr lived in a village by the sea with her husband and two children. She had many friends and was highly respected until her husband, a fisherman, was lost … Continue reading
Flesh and Feather
Drab brown drag bustling with the snap and jitter of twelve frames a second. Squabble tweedling with dickering kin scrabble-flickering for errant grain. The farmers sons with .22 strength … Continue reading
Carrot
There is a car rot on the lawn; the on ly ev idence that we once had snow. Win … Continue reading
Lullaby
The frenetic signal lost from Luxemburg at 0045 hours nightly, gave me time to retune the transistor radio to the long wave, ghost whining of empty air. White mono … Continue reading
Camille
Sweat and hands and passion shape an uncarved block in his name; his reputation ensured by your devotion. Each success bruising her affection. Each denial inflaming her desire. … Continue reading
Hotel. Birmingham. 19.8.17. 03:17.am
Birmingham sleeps, its illuminated building works, a shadow jungle to trap the drunk and wary. Lost in the plastic and sodium labyrinth; infernal circles traced in brick dust, he … Continue reading
Hotel. Birmingham. 18.8.17. The Treachery of Mirrors
It’s stifling, even with the window open. The bloody workmen have woken me with drills and diggers with alarms that sound like they will break into ‘Jingle Bells.’ Every few … Continue reading
Not Gold
A rucksack, mugger torn, spills a life to the floor. Gathering the remnants; wallet, money, destination gone; no choice but a park bench; enamelled metal and stale beer sticky; … Continue reading
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