June 20, 2022

Five Grains Of Wheat by Colin Clark

Short Fiction: "We reporters roamed the capital, stray dogs hungry for political meat."
June 27, 2022

Tempo Rising by Alia Halstead

Short Fiction: "It wasn’t a baby, but an idea travelling into nothingness. A secret until the doctors told her emergency contact."
July 4, 2022

Topsy by Daniel Crute

Short Fiction: “'I ain’t got rickets sir, no. Nor the pox.'”
July 11, 2022

Vincent’s Lost Letter to His Brother, Theo: October 13th, 1873 by Craig Smith

Short Fiction: “'Dark nights have come to London. Away from the lamplight, there is danger in the corners of the city.'”
July 18, 2022

The Joy of Living by Alexander Hewett

Short Fiction: “'He looks across the café with searching eyes. He’s fairly certain the manager fancies him.'”
July 25, 2022

Where there’s bread is my country By Christina Carè

Short Fiction: “'It all started yesterday, with the burning.”
October 5, 2022

Being Gideon by Penny Simpson

Short Fiction: “I get out the car and walk up to Gideon. His bag is lighter than my tote. In addition to his black eye, there’s a dried blood stain on his paisley chiffon blouse.”
October 10, 2022

The Cormorant by David Lloyd

Short Fiction: “Grief takes different shapes they say. At times my imagination wanders as I lie awake in the early hours. When a tree branch taps my window I believe it’s Stephen out there, waiting to come in so we can lie once again, safe in each other’s arms.”
October 12, 2022

The Last Candle by Lucy Palmer

Creative Non-Fiction: “We bought our last candle on the coldest day of the year. I remember because the weather man warned not to travel that morning, but we went anyway.”
November 2, 2022

Off Grid by Deirdre Shanahan

Fiction: “Went in for our meat license today. Never been so excited. Two years since I last ate meat and I still hate the substitutes.”
November 7, 2022

I Don’t Eat My Friends by Jude Whiley Morton

Fiction: “Went in for our meat license today. Never been so excited. Two years since I last ate meat and I still hate the substitutes.”
November 14, 2022

Davy Jones by Kapu Lewis

Fiction: “A memory. Me, as a child, grease-and-salt-stuffed air. The verdant slime of the sea-weeded shore.”
November 21, 2022

Anatomy of a short struggle, or, An eventful journey by train, by Mark Haw

Fiction: “So this afternoon, this fantastically, impossibly unlikely configuration, will not come again.”
December 1, 2022

Grass, by Emma Purshouse

Fiction: “He’s rolling up a ten foot length of astro turf into what looks like a giant sized spliff of fake grass.”
December 12, 2022

The Rhythm, by Anu Pohani

Fiction: “I can see your foot, your scuffed cool-kid sneakers, laces undone, next to my seat. You are sitting low in the chair behind me; I can picture you slouching without turning around. ”
December 23, 2022

Bobby, by Alison Theresa Gibson

Fiction: “Hands clasped at me as I pulled you through the room, and I smiled and greeted and smiled again but I never let go of your hand, do you remember that? I kept you close to me.”
January 20, 2023

Rooster, by Nikzad Nourpanah

Fiction: “One of the guards tried to calm me down. ‘We’re just doing our job, following the rules. The ladies have complained.’ And then he added jokingly, ‘dear engineer, you do know this place is not completely private, it’s ‘privastate’ as we call it…’ and then burst into laughter at their own stupid wordplay, spraying his saliva on my face. Last year, they also harassed me for wearing sandals with no socks.”
February 1, 2023

The Roses and the Weeds, by Elinora Westfall

Fiction: “She wishes that she had kept a written record of all the epic bloody nonsense that has come out of his mouth over the years because she could have gained some kind of minor social media fame and parleyed a book deal out of it to boot: Shit My Stupid Shag Buddy Says.”
February 16, 2023

Trappings, by Fiona McCulloch

Fiction: “Hugmanay 1983 – ah’m sat oan the couch in the livin’ room. Telly’s oan an’ it’s jist me an’ ma muther an faither cos ma twa bruthers are oot wi’ their pals. Scotch an’ Wry afore some Hugmanay show comes oan efter. Ah’m hopin’ the 50p slot meter disnae run oot on oor rented TV ...”
February 28, 2023

The Monster of Invidia, by M L Hufkie

"How long he sat in his car he couldn’t say, but he pulled out of the hospital car park when the noise of an approaching ambulance interrupted his thoughts. He somehow ended up on the Sea Point Promenade again, sitting on the bench they had sat on so many times before. By the time the sun set, painting the Cape Town sky a marvellous orange-yellow-purple, he had made his decision."