Category Archives: Prose

Bethany Serino – Wolf

Wolf I don’t see you very often. Your hair is black and your teeth are big. They call you ‘Wolf’, I call you your name. You catch me, don’t you? Yellow fingers down my spine dripping in the steam singing california california. I can push you, can’t I? I can push you in the back …

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Nick Willoughby – All Letters

All Letters [Selected letters taken from a correspondence during The Great War] Letter 1 July 16th, 1916 My dearest Enid, I have been staying at a farm on the outskirts of a town near Verdun for over a week now. You will understand that I cannot give any more details. The town nearby is lovely …

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Martha O’Brien – Lonely

Lonely        “Hello, I’m Brian and I’m scared of everything.” This is how every meeting starts. It annoys me, really, because it sets the bar too high. I mean, in a support group for people with phobias, starting the session by announcing that you are scared of everything basically renders everyone else’s fears tiny and meaningless. …

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John Lusardi – Camera Land

Camera Land We are all celebrities in camera land! In hoods and hard hats, behind the wheel or barrowing “Click” Beneath the scaffolding. Picking up dog ends in the park, running after midnight in the shadows; “Click” Creeping in the small hours, pursuing the bus, taxi calling in the black fog – stabbed in the …

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Bethany Serino – She

She She accumulates 42 years of bad luck within half an hour. The argument’s about songs and films and poetry and people that I don’t care about. And I don’t care about her. The next day I do my make up in the extractor fan and go to the shop and come back to a …

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John Lusardi – Fox

Fox Wild goose farm sits in masts and mist, with fading half moons The distant whistling of thrushes ripples the may blossom; at the pond side Amongst Lapped reeds, snapped terrier barks; break the still air In the left over remains of night, the grey lag trumpeted morning peeps, From deep under the dissolving stars …

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Hannah O’Brien – You Just Weren’t Good Enough, Sorry.

You Just Weren’t Good Enough, Sorry. Dear Applicant, We appreciate your interest in Distinctly Average Yet Considered Reasonably Prestigious But Not Quite Marks And Spencer Company and the position of Nobody to which you applied, but regret to inform you that you have been unsuccessful. Here at Distinctly Average Yet Considered Reasonably Prestigious But Not …

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Declan Andrews – How To Be A Good Loser

How To Be A Good Loser Losing is an art. You have to sit there with a smile on your face and politely clap as you watch that stupid, smug, narcissistic expression emerge on the winners face.  It’s a drag. That said, some people claim to be good losers though I doubt there is such …

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Bernard O’Brien – From ‘The Bern Wandering Years’

Thursday 15th September 1988 Spent yesterday wandering around Calgary – got myself an Olympic pin and a lovely sweatshirt. In the evening went to watch the Saints beat the Irish in some cup competition. Had a quiet night after. I was in two minds what train to catch. One stops in Banff and I would …

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John Lusardi – At The Corner In Annecy

At The Corner in Annecy You said you saw bullfinches; as that morning came too quickly, on that cobbled corner in Annecy, where the beautiful remnants of last night’s voices were left cold amongst the spilt wasted peanuts and tilting left-over’s of, soured wine. You gazed into those familiar hands, – “that was and is …

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