Issue 36 | December 2018 |

Helen Angell is a poetry and non-fiction writer based in South Yorkshire. She has had poems published in Route 57, Medea and Esoterica. Winner…

Family Man They had been in the band for over twenty years now. Their best years, creatively and financially when a new record would sell…

The Settlement I’d borrowed some of your words – ‘wrong’, ‘useless’, ‘stupid’, ‘useless’ (seem to have two of those – dunno – maybe one’s a hand-me-down from your Mum.) You…

It smelled like coffee again. Each morning—every morning, it seemed, that same crimson odor seeped into the walls and the sheets. Each morning—every morning,…

Maggie saw the old geezer first on the mist-ridden streets of a nameless Scandinavian town during one of her predawn wanderings. He was some…

‘Was that all right?’ he said, panting anxious. ‘Did you like it?’ Angie plumped her pillow as he eased away. ‘Oh, it was fine.’ She…

It had been a quick death, they assured me. I’m not sure if that was meant as a gesture of consolation, or just a…

Roma città moderna Da Nathan al Sessantotto   Rome modern city From Nathan to 1968 Galleria d’Arte Moderna Modern Art Gallery Via Francesco Crispi, 245 Rome 29/03-02/12 2018 http://www.galleriaartemodernaroma.it/en Tourists visiting Rome can easily…

Shoot It by Alisdair L R I Hodgson Everyone is constrained by the little things. I imagine walking down this street – not just any…

No one single thing had caused the Realisation.  Like the rest of his life, no dramatic events led up to it; rather it was…

Sailing North We left with cherry trees blossoming, people arranging polished horns in a window. Opposite to south Vegetation grew rusty, gold, scarlet red silver grey, brown. Inhaling thro, branches torn bare frozen. North: thorn,…