Ellipsis Zine

Scooping pennies off wet concrete is the way I keep myself fed. The local fountain sees its share of wishmakers every so often – particularly on holidays, where little girls…

My boys have been good to me, finally, but not as good as I want them to be. They never listen to me when it comes to letting me leave…

She stands in the hallway calling the name ‘George’ in the middle of the night in a pink dressing gown, holding a tumbler of wine. She walks back in the…

It was only meant to be a bit of fun. We traced our shadows on the wall, laughing at the shape of our noses, the jut of our chins, the…

I roll down the window and let the wind blast in. It roars over the murmur of the radio, makes my hair dance wild. Trees line the road – tall…

They are often in tears when they arrive; driven wild by pain. As they take a seat in the waiting room, I peek through a crack in the door, noting…

“When you’re happy and you know it, wag your tail!” my students sang at me, not entirely in jest. Waking up one day with a tail hasn’t been exactly the…

There’s enough to go around, we tell the little ones at mealtimes. But there’s not enough of anything to go around. There’s not even enough mothers to go around; not…

“Look what I made.” Alyssa held up a black jumpsuit. It looked tight. Daniel shook his head. “No fucking way I’m putting that on.” “A superhero needs a costume, babe.…

When I think of you, I remember that teenaged girl in her too-short skirt and laddered tights I used to sit with in biology class. We would sit at the…

Louise stirred the tea in endless circles. The spoon looked like a glistening silver oar getting lost in an amber cyclone. Did she stir with the current or against it?…

You must not tell the mother-to-be that she may not instantly love her child. On the second of April 1997 Elspeth is standing in her dimly-lit kitchen doing the washing…