Fiction & Poetry

Whimbrels

We’re in the water, you in your boxer shorts and me in my swimsuit. I don’t know if I’ve ever been happier than this. I want to tell you that I feel full to the gills with joy right now, like my fingertips are fizzing with it trying to burst out. I...

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Rust Never Sleeps

A short story inspired by the Neil young album of the same name.     I always do a rapid rat-a-tat-tat when I knock on Adam’s door.  “You’re just like a shaken-up bottle of Pepsi, aren’t you?”, that’s what Adam’s mum said to me one time.  She was wearing an...

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Visions of Santa Cruz

  Visions of Santa Cruz – Maria Virginia Reina What if your spell works? And I cough enough blood for a red mustang a holy backdrop of California mountains. You wish I was a prophet If I could I would die of prophecy but not before I found you, my promised...

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You can’t cry in space

Richie Rich, The Bran-Man, the original Virgin, I know it’s been a while since I last saw you but I hope you’ll forgive me for skipping the pleasantries and going straight to the heart of the matter. You can’t cry in space. I learned that in Mr Frye’s science...

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Everything In Between by Joe Meno

Age of eighteen, my parents split on Christmas Eve. They had been separated for a year, got back together, struggled on. Dad pulled me aside and we sat down on my bed. He put a hand on my shoulder and said I hope you won’t hold it against me. I nodded and then shook...

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Christmas Chickens by Noah Cicero

When the boy awoke, the sun had not yet risen. The boy felt excited. Christmas Morning! He left the bed, he didn’t feel tired, he felt pure enthusiasm. He wanted to know what the presents were, he knew Santa had come. He knew Santa came from very far away to bring him...

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The story of how Rudolph got his red nose

“For heavens sake Klaus, stop coddling the little egg. He needs to learn to look after himself”,  Mama Juovla was chastising her eldest son as he tied his little brothers shoe laces for him for the thousandth time, not even bothering to try explaining the...

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Obscure Sorrows: Monachopsis

Monachopsis n. the subtle but persistent feeling of being out of place, as maladapted to your surroundings as a seal on a beach – lumbering, clumsy, easily distracted, huddled in the company of other misfits, unable to recognise the ambient roar of your intended...

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