I didn’t complain about the hotels. There was nowhere else for us to go. I still lived at home with my mother and father. A strange life, it must seem to Ian’s wife. A lonely life. “Hello there. Is there something you want? Someone you’re looking for? He’s not at home...
you hand it over the table I carry it towards my nose stroke the creases on its cover massage it against my own it’s as though autumn leaves shook hands with the moon pledging to hide a city under this fruit’s rind but my knife is a country cutting through the centre...
I wish you would find a way to say you miss me, not through my mother or my friends. I wish the bells of St Paul’s Cathedral would call my name. I wish Shakespeare’s Globe would creak for me to walk its boards again. I wish paint would weep from every...
The end of my life approached with certainty. My strength was no match for the muscles in the hands holding my head under the water. The nails seared as they dug into my neck. White-hot fear spread through me. My inner thighs grew warm and wet as I lost all control. I...
Content warning: racism and racial slurs Ah hate Myspace an Bebo an aw that shite. Ah don’t dae bloggin an ah don’t dae Messenger an ah’m no wan ae these fannies that spends half thir life rearrangin the order ae thir stupit TOP SIXTEEN FRIENDS list. Aw ma pals are...
Content warning: homophobia and homophobic slurs Her hair was pure white now, but I’d have known Miss Taylor anywhere. Despite being in her eighties, her fragile frame held together by Marks and Spencer’s finest, she still had all those cowlicks scattered randomly...
So, whoever sights [the new moon of] the month, let him fast. Holy Qur’an he sails from an island eleven months after watching his reflection in the face of the sky we dust the foul language from our tongues wash away the music sleeping in our eardrums as he knocks on...
Content warning: mental illness (depression, postpartum depression) Early in the pandemic, I woke my daughter for school, and the way she stirred reminded me of when she was a baby. Back then, I’d nudge Jessica gently and watch her hands shoot up to stretch her fists...
Content warning: self-harm, suicidal thoughts The boy dreams of fire. He dreams of pouring gasoline over himself and lighting a match. The dream does not leave his mind with the rising daylight; it sinks in deeper, taking hold of him and forcing him to view the truth...
– raccoon and thought of you, how you lay in the hospital bed, breathing so heavy, hooked up to that machine, and the raccoon breathed the same way, so if I closed my eyes I would’ve thought it was human, I would’ve thought it was you, and I didn’t know what to do...
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