Fists (Peter Farrar)

  Car exhaust unfurls from my neighbour’s garage. I don’t know if they are committing suicide or smoking meat. I roll a cigarette. Have progressed well past a pack a …

Bicycle (Les Zigomanis)

  ‘You’re stressed,’ my GP told me following a check-up. ‘Is there anything bothering you?’ Bothering me? Hmmm. Let me see. Relationship in the shitter, no social life, and work …