Short Fiction and Poetry

An insidious intent tells our inner selves Of sacrifice and solitude, suspense and sacrilege, Of sorrows and souls' starvation [...]

Disturbing.  Is there someone there? What rides upon night’s lonely air through frost and fog?  A distant sound at time of night when [...]

A faded rain-covered photograph leaking all color and pigment… A vivid moment, immersed in love and rapture, nostalgia [...]

This instrument I cannot tune between your ribs. Inside these shadowlands of birch and pine, your own svelte tongue ripe with sunlight.[...]

There is something in my mind holding me back from what I wish to achieve, it is simply one desire after another – another goal [...]

I have seen both sides; Now, I cannot close my Eyes amid this freezing Cold kiss of Death [...]

I remember losing the horizon and everything above it. It doesn’t matter, you’d said, distracted, fixing the plate with silvered salts[...]

When I return from my year abroad  you suggest we take a stroll  along the Isis river behind Christ Church meadows [...]

The night is a clock without any face, as it spins in cosmic cacophony. [...]

I would hold you closely in the confines of a nightmare We drift towards hollowness not a mention of empty pools of light [...]

A frayed postman wearing a threadbare flat cap delivers a letter you posted seven years ago. [...]

beyond the forest a field appears, but first you walk though a path that is framed on the sides by tall sumac red [...]

try not to forget try to remember try to remember try to remember [...]

The dimly lit stage has Been lavishly set as Obscure shape-shifting Images and frightening [...]

It's okay not to know who Al Purdy was. He died over twenty years ago, [...]

Every morning, at dawn’s first flicker in the near dark, the small girl watched the thin man descend the steep and stony incline [...]

Hiding behind drawn curtains, wishing herself invisible, she balances on wire thin moments [...]

I am peeved when poems look like poems. It is the same with people. Treacle gets to me. I am good with gruffness [...]

Shortlist Saturdays presents Newborn by Bill Garvey! [...]

Douglas is surrounded by nothingness. [...]