Picks of the Month

December

Cherry
Story of the week
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Sadie (from "Ribbentrop's Chair")

Sadie As most married couples grow older and lust slips away, they learn to cling to each other like life rafts adrift on the ocean. Sadie and Marcus...

November

Gold cherry
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into the grey afternoon

In the woods with the child his impotent rage subsided some. He breathed deeply among the trees and crouched with the child by huge fungi and fallen...
Gold cherry
Poem of the week
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Autumn

A schoolgirl draws. An advert scissored from a magazine is transmuted into graphite — petrified by her sharp, light pencil. Lines for hair: rapid,...

October

Cherry
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Tattoo man

walks down street, shaved head bowed - shoulders slumped and leathered features weathered brown. Dog end loose between the yellowed digits - sucks...
Gold cherry
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Remembering Molly

This is from a series of prose vignettes I've written, all of which tie into one story. All entries from the series are semi-biographical, this one in particular reflecting a real situation and based on real people, one of whom was me and the other, a prostitute named Molly. It's rather long but I couldn't split it appropriately so bravo and thank you if you make it to the end!
Cherry
Poem of the week
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Autumn Wasp

You have made of me an autumn wasp. The last yellow gasp of summer has been uttered and the air crisped around me, solidifying into acorns. A quirky...
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September

Cherry
Story of the week
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Game

The deep violet of evening You tell me that you’re at war with a sunflower. That you’ve been trying to stand it up straight in the middle of its vase...

August

Cherry
Story of the week
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Please, leave the light on. ( The reply)

As always, there are two sides to every story. Here's the reply... Dear Robert, Your letter was forwarded onto me by the new tenants of Jenny’s old...
Cherry
Poem of the week
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running in the rain

There is something compelling and slightly unsettling the way the rain strikes my face hits my cheeks and my lips. Droplets drum a delightful pattern...

July

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