by Ciaran Quirke | Apr 18, 2009 | Poetry
She sat by the lake attempting to Find the peace and he quiet desired, She saw the bird, dive to water And attempt to catch a salmon, It dodged and swam to the shallows. The war in which her husband Dodged the shot, He was the salmon down in the Valley and he...
by Ashley Roden | Apr 18, 2009 | Stories
A tanned eight year old boy raced across the torrid sand with only his worn thin sandals as insufficient protection. In front of him a frayed football glided like an astronaut over the surface of the moon, almost as if the desert surrounding the boy was free from the...
by Terry Voyle | Apr 17, 2009 | Stories
“Come on you bleedin’ girl guides’ let’s be ‘avin’ you”, shouts sar’nt-major Kite. One of the pleasures of army life is being hollered at by sar’nt-major Kite. His big red face with his big red moustache, on his big red head sticks through the flap of our tent....
by Terry Voyle | Apr 17, 2009 | Stories
Whizzz, Bang, “blimey that one was close “ I stammered. “Na,” said eddie, “ the buggers’ are just trying to keep us awake”. “Whaddyamean Ed”. “It’s their way of stopping us getting any kip, they just lob a shell over to keep us awake, you can set your watch by ’em”. I...
by Matthew Glasby | Apr 17, 2009 | Stories
The man who is going to kill me looks sad, sick and afraid. He stands a little off balance, leaning into the deed, right foot defaulting to a twitchy toe movement. He is afraid in a way we have no similes for. They always involve pi*****, sh******, soiling yourself in...
