Fiction & Poetry
Category
Transport / Slumped
The waiting crowd performs the little shuffle forth and back from the platform’s edge, taking turns to observe for any sign of the train’s arrival, passing and repassing one another in a sort of dance.
Crossed Lines
“You give me a hundred quid; I give you the phone back. Meet you by the playground in Coldwire Park tomorrow at three.”
outsideness
ask the mask
for god to bless
us wearers
getting worn.
How to Defend Your Henhouse
Unspooling all my soul,
unrolling all the multicolored threads
for loosing and for layering,
allowing them to laugh and lie with me:
It Don’t Do to Presume
The woman hated to walk past her sister’s house.
The Cat in the Garden
I’m staring at the cat. The cat is staring at me.
The Ballad of Billy and Dan
My father was named Charles Bardeaux and this was not the name he was born with but it is the name he passed down to me and I treasure it just the same.
”42″
indiscriminate sensor fucking left me wet and hot
Slicey slicey
She has been cutting off parts of her self live for months
Being a Witness
My job is to witness terrible things.