The Enemy Swoops in
There was no warning this time. The enemy bomber swept in from the east flying low, spilling its deadly guts of cluster bombs onto the street market. Saska was running, heart in mouth, a hundred paces from the nearest underground shelter. Cat, her precious Blue Lynx was ahead of her, ears back, nearly sick with panic.
Mad and starving I watch the starry dynamo in the machinery of Night
What is revealed in my hormone soaked body that seems to constantly yearn, always yearning for something, sometimes uncontrollably
First Love, Paradise, Tenderness and Vertigo
Abigail George 25.07.19
I can’t stand your love affairs Jerome. Your one night stands, the booze talking, the gospel truths coming out of your mouth, and your orange or pineapple juice laced with vodka.
A Prince’s Wedding, a Young Man’s Birthday 7.11.19
Michael Chacko Daniels
On a sunny day of the coldest February in 70 years, I skirt around sidewalk poop—dogs’ and humans’—as I walk down Pine Street towards the post office.
The Wall by John Lanchester
F&F publishers 2019
Sam Hawksmoor review
The Defenders are the only ones keeping the UK safe from outsiders who might steal their jobs or food or worse – breed.