Like a bitter tea. Words: Annette Brook Illustration: Joanna Layla
Like a boy, pretending to be an aeroplane. Words: James Whitham Issue 13 cover design: Joanna Layla
ATTIC ROOM. MEAL FOR ONE. CANNED LAUGHTER. EMPTINESS. BELLYACHE PILLS. Words: Emma Jones Illustration: Michael Levett
“Louis Walsh is my uncle,” she said. Words: Amber Gibney
You made me go to Milton Keynes. Words: Jo Garwood Illustration: Felicity Wood
‘Dead bodies are buried under the cherry trees’ the old folks say, and laugh until they can hardly breathe. Words: Ingrid Wakeling Issue 13 Cover Illustration: Joanna Layla
Respect your mother – fuck off; respect your teacher – fuck off; respect yourself – fucking obviously! Words: Annette Brook Illustrations: Elliot Blacklock
Tilly was staring at Kelly Jones, her face a mask of buck-toothed rapture. Words: Jo Garwood Illustration: Felicity Wood
The strumpets of the rail system he called them. Words: Alex Francois Illustration: Felcity Wood
The pop of the cork – red wine, don’t tease me! Words: Jo Garwood Illustration: Jimi Gherkin
A parrot in a parachute, a lab-rat at a carboot. Words: Annette Brook Illustration: Charlotte Dingle
Measure my long-leggedness by slender taping femurs? Words: Emma Jones Illustration: Annika Reed
Two coins shaken from his pocket rolled in circles on the floor. Words: James Whitham Illustration: Emily Grundy
A book lay open on the grass, pages fluttering in the wind, beneath her dangling hand. Words: Jo Garwood Illustration: Vivienne Watson
…chewing gum stalactites and crisp packet shrubberies… Words: Paula Faircloth
Gormley’s willies fill you with dread.. Words: Annette Brook Issue 11 cover design: Felicity Wood
…an unlikely siren with the pop sensibilities of a Swede and the mouth of Joe Pesci. Words: Amber Gibney Illustration: Rebecca Olajide
Instead she listened to the little statue boy peeing into the pond Words: Jo Garwood Illustration: Annika Reed
When they dig their gardens will they find little red brick wedding rings and calcite birthday candles and concrete flowers? Words: James Whitham
..he looks sullen, charmless as a damp little denim spunk-rag. Words: Emma Jones Illustration: Emily Grundy