Striding down the hill, my orange dress glows in the unseen sun. It grows warmer every minute, heat from the snug bodice slowly penetrates my chest, and the flapping skirt licks my legs like flames. I walk faster, to avoid each maddening brush. It’s tempting to stand stock-still and hope it will die down – but that would look ridiculous.
Interview with TL Murphy, on the occasion of the publication of "Up Cape Fear", which can be purchased on >> Lulu << T.L. Murphy is a retired carpenter, a published poet, and an avid skier. He grew up in Chapel Hill, North Carolina, U.S.A. and emigrated to Canada in 1978. He lives in Canmore, Alberta, Canada,... Continue Reading →
Neugen Prime by Percy Anton The flap closed above her like a happy success, but she worried. Wet paper towels did not make a good cushion. Her legs were tight to her chest. She could barely cover her ears. Mrs. Weber might not be able to find her. This was not the right be-safe-place. What... Continue Reading →
White Hot by Carole Hill Breath frozen bloated mind floats seeking peace through icebergs of pain your smile numb in response forced to bridge frozen wastelands where laughter once played and humour skied in your eyes warms their polite concern white-hot iron leaves its mark About the author: Carole Hill paints with words. Her artist’s... Continue Reading →