Vigil For A Mother (for Michael McDowell)

5 years ago

The last time I was a mother, I was waving Darnley off in his dinghy. Polished mahogany flashed under an…

You’ll Find Me In The Tall Wheat

5 years ago

The raft is not the vessel I'd hoped for. For a time I had company in the form of terns,…

The Rise of Woman

5 years ago

Nobody could recall an actual date when the island appeared off the coast of Lyme Regis, why it should have,…

MIBs

5 years ago

Harriet rolled her eyes at her brother’s petulant bleating. She supposed this was about her beating him at real tennis…

Suffer the Children

5 years ago

Pigger pulled on his clothes like a zombie. These days he didn’t care what he wore; not since Ne—, not…

Return of the Women

5 years ago

Olenus waited as patient as time. Up and down the November beach was barren save for the stacks of mossy…

The Release of Wonderful Things

5 years ago

Yes, I remember Luxor… Not the Luxor of limestone cliffs baked almost to glass, where summer nights are filled with…

Dead on Seven

5 years ago

Dead on seven o’clock, the curtains to the theatre rise. The orchestra’s bows await their cue in pregnant stillness. Marek…

Beachcomber

5 years ago

Old Tom, hunched over in a seafront shelter of baby blue wood and stippled white concrete, stared over the salty…

Breaking the Seal

5 years ago

As Provost, I found myself in that agreeable position rare of antiquarian scholars in that my summer was unplanned. I…