Land of Sale by Sian Brighal
Dust is free to dance along these streets, leaping up at the wind’s advances. Leaves follow, skittering and scratching like some music band, then empty plastic bags roll along the gutters, sighing…
Dust is free to dance along these streets, leaping up at the wind’s advances. Leaves follow, skittering and scratching like some music band, then empty plastic bags roll along the gutters, sighing…
Bangles banished to a desk drawer don’t sing like loose change. Nails painted High-Risk Orange are cut short so there’s no tap, tapping on keyboards. There was a rumour that the previous…
Not bad, is it? I’ve got loads from back then, but this one’s my favourite. Thought it’d make my name, but no-one ever asked who took it. Associated Press had us all…
He stands, hose in hand, thinking shit. Watching the fine spray silver yet another turd. Ever since the new neighbours replaced the fence between them, good and high, tall planks of fresh…
Nothing beats a fresh pair of socks. Roll them out, slip them on. Let the fabric stretch over your wrinkled and stinking flesh. Allow the softness to caress you like her fingertips…
1. The milk is spoiled and has to be discarded. I skip my bowl of Kix and berries and swill black coffee before heading out to the museum. Chilled to the bone,…
When awake, Edward complained that light was too intense and colors too saturated. If someone a hundred miles away squeaked falsehoods, he heard them. “Flavors” were salts and acids unable to convey…
He looked like the guy who raped me: dark hair, dark eyes, a veneered smile, and relatively short. He said, “I’m Micah,” as I handed the bartender cash in exchange for a…
I close the front door and dump my bag. The house is quiet. I start to push open the living room door, but I can already smell his scent, hear his sighs.…
The shuttle to Blackhawk Casinos was late, and the man was getting nervous. The shuttle was never late, and the man was never late, and while the shuttle still had one minute…
The crawlers are finding their way into the spaces, which gape from the vibration of dissonance. You fear they will unpeel you to that fat stalk of fraudulence. The crawlers will suckle…
My grandmother outlives her siblings. Outlives the two men she married. Outlives the first car to drive her around. My grandmother has no idea how to drive. Has never been thrown keys…