Short Fiction and Poetry

There are 47 ceiling tiles in the waiting room. I have counted them seventeen times while the receptionist pretends not to notice [...]

It was finally here. Presentation day. The moment that could define the trajectory of his career. Jake had stayed up late [...]

We travelled like stars through three forests Densely protruding through thickets And tangled unceremoniously like hair.

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Bea dips chicken breast into egg yolk before coating them in panko breadcrumbs. She’s making her famous chicken parmesan for dinner. [...]

I cannot remember how many lives I have lived this year or who I was before them, what aching child clutched the bars of my rib cage [...]

When I was a little girl, I wanted to read the weather. The lady would come on our screen just after the news was done. [...]

The week my mother died, I found a feather resting like a charred star on the white shag rug in my bedroom. [...]

“For sale. Baby shoes. Never worn.” Our writing instructor presented this sentence to us as an example of flash fiction. Although he was sure none of us could surpass this gem by Ernest Hemingway, he advised us to seek publication in this burgeoning market. He always chose as his examples of good writing someone from the male-dominated literary canon, though the class included ten women and two men. Earlier, he’d told us Hemingway’s philosophy of leaving out what a reader can

Prufrock measured life in coffee spoons ‘round here, it’s draughts, cheques, trips to Puerto Plata— where poor camareras change old boys’ bedsheets