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23/6/25
Christy Hartman
Editor's spotlight:
If we were three-spined sticklebacks, you would light up crimson to warn off other males, and I would be honoured and not annoyed, safe instead of smothered, because I’d know you could protect our patch in the stream, and I would follow your proud zig-zag dance through the water as you tempted me with your show of masculinity, all the way to the nest you prepared for our young with scavenged…
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[ˈfɪkʃn]
- literature in the form of prose that describes imaginary events and people
- something that is invented or untrue
I hadn’t slept in a month, but I kept with the routine anyway. Get up. Work. Wine. Bed. It was the best I could do to take care of my wife and six-year-old son, a survival game that kept a roof over our heads and plenty of takeout bags on the table. Though at night, while the others slept, I often heard the voice of my dead father. “Nicholas!” he would scream again and again, as if I had just broken the neighbor’s window with my baseball or washed his old Camry with sandpaper. He wouldn’t say anything else though, just my name. He was the only one who ever used my full name; it meant I was in trouble. One night, I saw a giant, flesh-colored spider crawling down the wall beside my bed towards me. I shone a light on it, and it vanished. But that was just the one time.
I knew a grand collapse was coming. I just didn’t know how or when.
Then, one morning, I brushed my teeth and about half of them…
My girlfriend Flo just left our first-floor apartment at 15 Móinéar Street to clock in at her job as the manager of a boutique fashion retailer in downtown Boston. She does not have a license, so she hailed a car through a…
I was talking to Mehmet. The chat was dragging out, for two reasons. One, he was lying. Two, the impatient queue behind me was too terrified to interrupt us. In keeping with the times, each person was keeping a self-preserving…
terence hughes
Lisa Vitale
Robin Harker
Claire Jaggard
Jill Craig
Harry Dobbs
Lara Hurley
Philip Suggars
Rebecca Miles
Jill Craig
Michael Trafford
David Lambert
Paul Lewellan
Imagine not being able to read.
no !nt3rn3t. no 8ook5.
no 8!r7hd@y [@rd5.
Please take a look at Read Easy’s website.

[ˈpəʊɪtri]
literary work in which the expression of feelings and ideas is given intensity by the use of distinctive style and rhythm; poems collectively or as a genre of literature
drinking with friends – a barbecue
in may. it’s the first summer weekend
since we got the back garden to host in. meat
moist as soap on a plate by the grill.
I laid it out. we bought too many sausages
stickered in lidl and cheap. and too many
cheap beers – people always bring their own
out of courtesy anyway. kids run around
between tables and plant-pots, providing
a topic of conversation, like dogs
at a dog-park: just a subject to start.
bella’s doing well without speaking
much english. saoirse (an only child) is clearly the boss
and aaron has apologised ahead of the tantrum
when his son learns we don’t have an ipad…
During the night I play dead
for 6 hours or so, my last rites sung out
by drunken voices on the Rambla.
There is a wine spot in my dreams,
which always seem to take place at
the end of my second cousin’s quinceañera.
You’re always there – of course you are –
your folded thighs, two dry countries,
while your smile builds cities.
I wake thinking of the desecration of Spain,
and in my head steel timpani…
they all write so well,
but then, they have space
to stretch out in. american
poets have it better
than anyone else. all that undiscovered
country could make anyone
make anything so easily. all that sky,
if it didn’t make you kill yourself.
I drove through it once – horizon
to stinking horizon. the disease
of the beauty – I wouldn’t go back.
cornfields and universal harvesters
running on diesel. hawks hovering over
the cut. and then there were mountains…
Chad Frame
Christopher Jones
Colin Dardis
RT Castleberry
Jennifer Todd
Lisa Stone
Gordon Meade
Charity Reed
Gale Acuff
Sara Eddy
Phoebe Gilmore
Nancy Byrne Iannucci
Dominic Palmer
Chad Frame
gerard Sarnat
Written something and want us to read it?
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[flaʃ]
- a brief fictional narrative
- a sudden brief burst of bright light
- a patch or sudden display of a bright colour
- ostentatious stylishness or display of wealth
8:08
Just arrived at Portland Expo Center. Inaugural “Artisanal Vendor of the Year” contest starting in less than an hour. Looks like I’m the only journo here.
8:16
Trouble early on. Bouncer [upper body…
There must have been hundreds of them, maybe thousands, but only on the one wall. They fit their small, black bodies closely together by pointing their wings upward, displaying the light tangerine color beneath. In this way, they painted the wall a warm triptych that made…
1994 – Cher
Dorothy Chandler Pavilion
Bathroom Attendant
3 strands
black/curly/synthetic
The hairs flash like a beacon on the bathroom’s white marble tiles. I wrap…
“Mare’s tails and mackerel scales
Make tall ships take in their sails.”
She’s studied the weather and knows about clouds which is why her lips are thin and tight. She does not want to tell him about the promotion. Tonight, she…
The room seems to have more shadows with it bare. Empty shelves. There had been vases and books and objects, articles of life. Modern art in oak frames; how cultured they were, their easy touch of class…
A postcard of a bear. I flip it over and read Dave’s writing (It’s me! Missing you.), then drop it behind the coffee machine, a space normally reserved for brown envelopes and CVs.
Sandra sprays and wipes the empty…
Elysia Rourke
Melanie Mulrooney
Sean Glatch
Andrew Wickham
Rebecca Klassen
Anne Wilkins
Marcelo MEdone
Stephen Newland
Karen Walker
Polly Halladay
Rebecca Miles
David Kotok
John Sheirer
Ingrid Jendrzejewski
competitions past
We did some writing competitions last year. We might do some more again.

three rounds. three inspirations.
Check out the inspirations, judge’s comments and all the rest here.


The Top 10 of our first-ever flash fiction competition. Fandabidozi.
Our full report is here.
