Obituary Blues

I saw an obituary in the local paper It read ‘can you live my life the way it was meant to be?’ I thought the photo looked familiar Until I realised it was me.

First Light

All hail the first light, dedicated to those who survived the night. Like the woman who lays there bleeding, hope receding, doctors lay their verdict down gently, but either way it’s a sentence, like the one with the prevalent thoughts that overpower the everyday, internal power struggle to keep unseen forces at bay, or the […]

How Does Your Garden Grow?

I sent this story out to a few different journals, but ultimately couldn’t find a place for it. I’m still happy with what I wrote though, so I’m posting it here instead. Ben knew she preferred to cry in private. He had always assumed it was because she was embarrassed, which seemed silly, given that […]

The Allegory of the Pizzas by Lisa Richter

Originally posted on Okay Donkey:
There were two pizzas, and we ate neither of them because they were delivered to the wrong address. For days we could dream of nothing else, no matter what we stuffed our faces with. Each pizza would have come with its own carefully chosen toppings: on yours, Thai chicken and…

Full Beam Dream

Lend me a vision to climb on Shout me some news to drink Stake a claim to a future that’s in clear sight Full beam ‘Cos the roads are more overgrown than ever in this enduring night.

White Painted Walls – Flash Fiction Magazine

I have a new story published in Flash Fiction Magazine today. It’s something a little bit darker than I usually go for, which I really enjoyed (so I might do some more!)

A CAUSE FOR CELEBRATION – Litro Magazine

I had a story published in Litro this week. It’s a semi-fictional piece based on an old Italian man I know. All reads are appreciated. https://www.litromagazine.com/end-your-weekend-with-a-collection-of-the-best-stories-litro-magazine-has-to-offer/a-cause-for-celebration/

Desperate Cents by Yash Seyedbagheri — literally stories

Nick stares at pennies glimmering in the fountain by City Hall. Watches the shadows and sun mingle with water, a turquoise dream. They seem to beckon him, these neat metal circles with Lincoln’s face. People throw them in all the time, trying to fulfill wishes, so his sister Nan says. She says they wish for […] […]

Cracks

By Neal Crook During my morning meditationI notice cracksIn our recently repaired stone wallsSome hairlineOthers deeply etched What is the causeOur home precariously perched upon a hillSettling into complacencyPerhaps an angry door-slam I rummage through my tool boxSome recently acquiredA few in need of WD-40I apply spackleSand the roughness and paint Once againI achieve an […]

Letter to the Editor

Yesterday was the funeral of my brother’s wife who passed away last month. Her death was especially tragic as she had struggled to find her place in the world and was finally beginning to build a life here in the UK. I wrote this poem in her memory and in the hope that it gives […]