The ground has become sludgy where the river overflowed in March. In gumboots, carrying his wooden hunting rifle, he goes into the forest, with the mud sucking at his feet, …
Leaving Leisureland (Miles Allinson)
When they came to the door I was in the kitchen, weighing the evidence against a fly that was trapped behind part of the open window. I could use …
I shoot you at the pond (Nathan Curnow)
for Kevin Brophy ideas grow like goldfish in proportion to the space they are given you return home from your morning swim still dripping from professor to friend, breakfast begins …
A Very Big Bean (Eric Dando)
The caravan heats up like a little oven in the midday sun. Jill is stretched out on the bed sweating. She is too skinny. Her little heart skips a beat …