Writing

SJ Fowler

On Time and Mess

  Once we understand excess, then we can get really simple. – Robert Rauschenberg     Exploring poetry’s absent indispensable character Because poetry is not a thing that lives, to…

Broke-Down Fords and Angels

Part I Dry Creek is where I grew up, but it isn’t my home, not really. It’s the place I went to school, where my family resides, the place I…

Forever Changed in a Second

Part II She sat in the waiting room of the family doctor watching the children play in the wallpaper across the room. Her eyes followed as boys and girls stacked…

Road to New

Part III As we drove across interstate ten towards Baton Rouge, I wasn’t sure if I was saying hello or goodbye. Hello to the miles and miles of Louisiana marsh…

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The Unending Cycle

For Ayesha I look into Haruki’s eyes and discover something that disturbs me profoundly. There is a familiarity. In the aftermath of The Demolition Of My Construct (my break-up), I…

Louise Pallister

The Second Body

At 6 a.m. on a Thursday morning in November it was completely dark outside, but the butcher’s shop was strip-lit and the raw meat area was full of busy young…

Concrete Music – Artificial Plant – October

  Concrete Music over six foot   lying on its back                                                 damp-worn sides as souvenirs   of basement tenure unmoved           to the top floor a sun-bleached face now that the upstairs      …

Green Boots

The water falls on her head, on her face, around her ears. She sits on the floor and it falls encasing her in the only shelter she has found in…

CC O Hanlon wolf

A Wolf, Crossing

When night falls in the Charente, the inhabitants of its rural villages retreat to their homes. They lock their doors and pull iron-hinged timber shutters over every window. Pale sandstone…