‘November in Reykjavík’ by Cheryl Moskowitz

  Last night I watched you breathing, listened to the graylags squabble, and caught what could have been gunfire but turned to fireworks in my head; a celebration. And in the dark – it is always so consistently dark – I tried to reconfigure time and wondered whether now, at 4:26 am, we should say the day has already begun or if the spell of … Continue reading ‘November in Reykjavík’ by Cheryl Moskowitz

‘Teaching Tabitha to Knit’ by Carole Bromley

  See, I haven’t done this for years. Take one knitting needle in each hand. No, hold it nearer the end, that’s it. Now wind the yarn round that one. Hang on, I’ll give you a hand. OK, now kind of make a loop, see? Try tucking one needle under your arm. In over through off. It’s like a poem! A really messy one with … Continue reading ‘Teaching Tabitha to Knit’ by Carole Bromley

‘Mercy’ by Kathy Pimlott

  I dream forgetfully, retain just a suggestion of something thwarted. My husband dreams of murder, all hands-on: noose, bludgeon, knives. He’s under orders to kill, demurs, he says, in vain. This is a man who dispatches prolapsed chickens, mice, once a muntjac fawn half-garrotted on a wire fence, a man who salts ox tongue, the great muscle sitting outside five days in a big … Continue reading ‘Mercy’ by Kathy Pimlott

‘Finn MacCool offers his thumb’ by Laura McKee

  to my salmon lips to see if I’m ready and when I drip when I spit it burns tells him all he needs to know and he wants to suck the knowing out of me     Author’s note: The Salmon of Knowledge is one of many stories surrounding the legend of Finn MacCool (Fionn mac Cumhaill)   A recording of Laura McKee reading … Continue reading ‘Finn MacCool offers his thumb’ by Laura McKee

‘And What We Know About Time’ by Tania Hershman

  When it failed to alarm, my father took the clock apart. Laid it all out on the kitchen table. While the dog dreamed and snored, we watched him clean every piece, then, with breaths held, attempt reassembly. It worked perfectly for the next ten years, which was odd, given the sixteen horological components my father couldn’t fit back in. (They lived out their days … Continue reading ‘And What We Know About Time’ by Tania Hershman

‘The Data Quality Analyst’s Lot’ by Hilaire

  For every if, an else, a then. For every cursor, a loop that ends. Each open bracket must be closed; so single quotes must come in pairs and double quotes—ditto. Her joy is found in datasets, in structured queries and parsed syntax. Wild cards flourish within her fields, while table by table she builds her joins on left or right, eschewing Cartesian product for … Continue reading ‘The Data Quality Analyst’s Lot’ by Hilaire

‘Willard Wigan’ by Mat Riches

Willard Wigan His miniature sculptures are like “passing a pin through a bubble without bursting it.” – Willard Wigan & “Ant-eye level art” – Maev Kennedy – Guardian 13.04.00   It can be like balancing an ocean liner on a granule of sugar. It’s like passing a pin through a bubble without bursting it. Well yes, and, then again, no. I want to get to … Continue reading ‘Willard Wigan’ by Mat Riches

‘The Dark Smoothness of an Old Revolver’ by Catherine Edmunds

  Oh, those Audrey Hepburn sunglasses! A man should get drunk now and then out of principle, like those of us here, defeated by life, scorned by the Trouville set. I’m sorry, I seem to have momentarily mislaid my muse, and am therefore inclined towards a certain delicious depravity. It is a little dear here, but the climate is impeccable.   (previously unpublished)   Click … Continue reading ‘The Dark Smoothness of an Old Revolver’ by Catherine Edmunds