Regeneration by Kit Jenkin
“Lord,” then said I, “on me one breath, And let me die before my death!” Henry Vaughn I remember Calvin and Darwin being spoken of with the same tongue, seeing our King James Bible beside A Brief History of Time, and the theory of relativity being used to prove...The Ocean Guiding Your Body by Noah Singh-Harris
The mirror is whiter than usual, the sunlight shining through the windows showing the dust, the life on it. In it – or on it – is you. You stare at yourself for ages and never have the same thought. You want to know if this is you, really you; it could be anyone...Ten Years in the Making by Sonali Misra
(From the So Hormonal anthology) We need to talk. Let me preface this by saying: this is not a huge deal. I only want to tell you a story. A story of me one day waking up and realising that the part of my body I’d cursed ever since the first red spot bloodied my...Onomatopoeia of Lost Words by Maryam Gowralli
dreaming of half-sounds past midnight limbic words knock at her door saying nothing in hunchback forms their patterns a twelfth night psychometry she sees the homely metaphors dreaming of half-sounds past midnight limbic words knock at her door her sophist hand...Glendalough by Anna Loughran
I Chrissy stopped in her tracks and turned to Helen in excitement. “Look, Mum,” she said. “Look at the sparkle in the water. It’s gold, I swear. I’m going to be rolling in it, just you wait!” She ran ahead across the narrow shore. The others followed, sapped by the...Portra by the Sea by Autumn Stiles
What of the fisherman skulks in your heart? What husks of hull sit rusting ironed dull by sea over sand over sea? Luminescence at dawn eyes, richly changed – mussel shell wool-scrubbed, made blue then bluer by the...The Firebird in Bangkok by Pim Wangtechawat
There was a firebird in Bangkok, two days after Valentine’s Day. The first sighting of the bird was at 4:57 pm: a woman selling fake iPhone cases on the street near the Tesco Lotus at On Nut called 191 and reported that she had seen wings in the sky, just above...The Strange Case of Renfeld by Oliver Cook
Over in the eastern sky, the large yellow disk of the sun was making an appearance. A gleam of light shone through the narrow gap of the olive-coloured curtains at No. 47, a modest house in typical suburban Surrey, a place where the same events occur each day and...Circling Forwards, Somehow by Sara Collie
It used to be that the land was enough for me. I liked the solidity of the ground beneath my feet. I could walk for hours, run as far as my feet would carry me. It is not enough for me anymore. I would like to take off into the air as I do in dreams, but since I don’t...