Brexit, Flags and Sausage Rolls by Jeanna Skinner
I love this green and (mostly) pleasant land of rolling hills, lakes and dales. I even love the rain, because without it, there wouldn’t be any hills, lakes and dales.…
I love this green and (mostly) pleasant land of rolling hills, lakes and dales. I even love the rain, because without it, there wouldn’t be any hills, lakes and dales.…
Too many to count, easy to overlook. For eons, points of light twinkled until they began to disappear unnoticed. Most were faint, played minor roles, seldom featured in constellations. Who…
She was sophisticated in a way we could only hope to mimic. Cigarette smoke hanging languid around her. We on the other hand, had to hide our cigarettes from our…
Left Atrium In our home town, in the nursery where we played and fought like adults. I find it deep in a box of toy cars, remnants of your blood…
For the fourth time this hour, Hallie scrolls down her Instagram feed, “liking” every hyper-filtered picture. The double-tap of her thumb on her phone’s greasy screen sounds like a war…
The Vines held hands as they entered the Paulson’s backyard: Jana struggling in heels; Russell the only man in long pants. “We’re overdressed for a neighborhood BBQ,” Russell said, the…
‘Hey, Suzy. Do you know how long we’ve been going out?’ Al was lying on his front, his knees bent and brush-denim flares flapping away. His bare heels banged against…
Every Tuesday night at 7:15 my favorite bar plays “You Wouldn’t Like Me” by Tegan and Sara. I go mostly so I can be transported back to my shitty college…
Fifty-five years before you left the party there was a monumental storm. The rains were so heavy, so drumming and relentless, that they loosened branches, releasing sycamore seeds before they…
Louisa’s bare feet took the brunt of the mini cheddar crumbs as she trudged towards the cupboard under the stairs to fetch her meditation cushion. A lot of the mums…
It’s an adjective, your wife says. Starts with “i”, ends with “e”. She can’t bring herself to say the word, and she won’t look at you, so she stares out…
After we’ve fucked ourselves to oblivion, after I’ve sated all your appetites and eased your restless heart, I will rise, leaving you to languish in my bed. While your breath…