Dainty new sorrow, do you want a home in me?
Madhurima is an academic-in-making, based in Oxford. She is writing her doctoral thesis on postcolonial war writings.…
Accompanied by his aged and limping border collie, Greg makes his way slowly along sun-lit pavements, now quickly drying after a brief autumn shower. The dog stops, and languidly wagging his tail, looks up at his master of many years.…
After seven days of intolerable confinement, Izzy decided that this foggy afternoon was the right time to free herself. And, if she could manage, Clara.
She had been testing her crippled body since the morning darkness, inundating her extremities with …
8:30 am train station. Frenzied mice slipping and squeezing through.
Madhurima is an academic-in-making, based in Oxford. She is writing her doctoral thesis on postcolonial war writings.…
Myriad starlings swarm fitfully, spatter my Fit fully. Downpour, please!
Sante Matteo is a retired professor who drives a Honda Fit and gazes admiringly and apprehensively at flocks of starlings swarming outside his studio window.…
I’m finally retired and have time to excavate our ruined basement. It was once a great place to entertain–field-stone fireplace, wet bar, burnt orange 70s carpeting. There was a tiled laundry-room, spare bedroom, drop ceilings, dark paneling. Beginning with my …
“That’s it!” Sherry said. She tried to wipe the clump of mud off the side of her face but only ended up smearing it further up her cheekbone. “I’m out of here.”
“Aw, come on,” Cole said. “Don’t be like …
Oreo explores,
knocking all down in his path,
testing gravity.
Ken Gosse prefers writing light verse with meter and rhyme. First published in FLR–East in 2016 and since then by Pure Slush, Spillwords, The Ekphrastic Review, and others. Raised in …
We’d decided to meet up on the far side of the Moor. Me and Sophie. All very innocent, we were practically neighbours. We were just neighbours, classmates, friends. We just happened to be going to the same thing at the …
He was holding his portable oxygen machine under one arm. It was the first time I’d seen David with his breathing tubes in.
We’d known each other since middle school, but our friendship had deepened when we shared a Geometry …