The Other Side of the Glass

  [2-3 minute read]   Every morning, whatever city I happen to be in, I pull on my shorts and go for a run. It is the only way I can forget. The only time I can let my attention lapse and not feel like a crushing failure. I am running through a drippy greyness…

The Golem and the Girl

Born or remade out of fertile clay of the coastal lowlands, out of stagnant clay, in squelchy corridors. Shadows shudder and reshape in the girl’s doorway—a clay figure fired up, made hard by rage. Gaping holes for eyes, filled to the brim with liquor, seeping through the shell, stains showing on the outside. She grasps…

Sea Change

Man shuts down his rumbling engine, removes his earmuffs, jabs his pinkie in his left ear to displace an itch. The tractor perches on an artificial mountain. Man takes out his thermos and slurps his sweet, milky tea until he feels it warm his bellybutton—the tractor shifts— it slithers down the slope in a plastic…

C’s For Chips

The seashore is draped with a drippy greyness and people walk with hunched shoulders, while seagulls rip at the fabric of life with their serrated beaks. They scatter trash, their aggressive nature causing loss. All that ruckus, to have a measly portion of chips. The bullies that fly in high circles.   Image by SWNS…

What She Heard

  ‘Look, I know you’ll probably think that something’s wrong. But it’s not like that.’ Aubrey puts her cigarette to her lips and takes a quick drag. She tries to hide the unsteadiness of her hand by staring hard at her mother. Hedy looks at her daughter, who just sat down across from her on…

Yellow-belly

Bee sits on the wall
with wiry legs, gripping.
Little metallic hooks
dig into mortar,
like a mountaineer