Alfios, a bastard Greek cousin (underdressed at formal functions) of the French family of Didot fonts, was first used by Cambridge University Press in 1810. A fire destroyed the press, two printers (as in men, printers by trade) and the only existing typeset. Here,...
October 2020 Writing
When You Walk Through the Front Door Tonight
Your bitter grin stretches from wall to wall. Your hulking anger deprives me of oxygen. Insults prick like porcupine quills. Stupid. Bitch. Cunt. You pour two fingers of brandy, the usual. I watch you drink, my face blank as an Amish doll. When I was young, my...
The Anatomy of Stalk
I’m trying not to use trauma as currency. How many duty-free purchases have proved shitty gifts? When I stood by your casket and saw the make-up, I wanted to strangle the artist. Kaufman & Sons, the undertakers who we’d known all our lives, played football with,...
Ghostwriter
Steven had just finished the installation of ant traps around the house when his wife Sylvia returned from running errands. “Why do you hate ants so much, Steven? They’re basically harmless.” “It’s unsanitary,” he replied, “They form parasitic piles on discarded...
London, 16 October 1987
Later, I learn I slept through a hurricane. An angry arm swept across the city like a scythe and with a bellow, uprooted ancient, beloved trees. Their roots, dirty braids, weren’t meant to see light, and shrank from the smell of the wet air and the...
Medallion
Something is wrong with her eyes, the Chief attests. The cam catches the image of a wiry girl dressed in pale yellow, motionless, at the bottom of the cliff face, below the old widow’s house. Partially hidden by a flush of brush and weeds,...
eyesight twenty-twenty visions in a land of mixed metaphor
what if I told you that today I took a gun and went looking for a victim in order to thrust the gun in a face– it would be someone helpless–– with the intention to discover just what makes for the thrill of it but then the old lady appeared I saw her quite like...
Leaves
Leaves crunched on boots. Jamie had been gone for a few days. No-one was even sure how it happened. She was out in the woods with some friends, they were playing hide and go seek, and then she wasn’t found by the other kids. They just figured she was hiding really...
Serpent: A Comparative Biology
When you leave I make an X of my body stretched from corner to corner. Do you dream in color? I dream in blood. When I was skinny and twelve, 28 days were a tame constrictor. I lobbed white pads at it. It pretended they were eye patches. We had a laugh when they grew...
How to Create Your Own Post
Introduction Thanks for your patience as we launch this new system for the Bending Genres Roundtable! It's part of a major shift to bring all the different Bending Genres sites onto one massive platform. There aren't too many literary journals out there that offer...
Typesetting Epistle
Alfios, a bastard Greek cousin (underdressed at formal functions) of the French family of Didot fonts, was first used by Cambridge University Press in 1810. A fire destroyed the press, two printers (as in men, printers by trade) and the only existing typeset. Here,...
When You Walk Through the Front Door Tonight
Your bitter grin stretches from wall to wall. Your hulking anger deprives me of oxygen. Insults prick like porcupine quills. Stupid. Bitch. Cunt. You pour two fingers of brandy, the usual. I watch you drink, my face blank as an Amish doll. When I was young, my...
The Anatomy of Stalk
I’m trying not to use trauma as currency. How many duty-free purchases have proved shitty gifts? When I stood by your casket and saw the make-up, I wanted to strangle the artist. Kaufman & Sons, the undertakers who we’d known all our lives, played football with,...
Ghostwriter
Steven had just finished the installation of ant traps around the house when his wife Sylvia returned from running errands. “Why do you hate ants so much, Steven? They’re basically harmless.” “It’s unsanitary,” he replied, “They form parasitic piles on discarded...
London, 16 October 1987
Later, I learn I slept through a hurricane. An angry arm swept across the city like a scythe and with a bellow, uprooted ancient, beloved trees. Their roots, dirty braids, weren’t meant to see light, and shrank from the smell of the wet air and the...
Medallion
Something is wrong with her eyes, the Chief attests. The cam catches the image of a wiry girl dressed in pale yellow, motionless, at the bottom of the cliff face, below the old widow’s house. Partially hidden by a flush of brush and weeds,...
eyesight twenty-twenty visions in a land of mixed metaphor
what if I told you that today I took a gun and went looking for a victim in order to thrust the gun in a face– it would be someone helpless–– with the intention to discover just what makes for the thrill of it but then the old lady appeared I saw her quite like...
Leaves
Leaves crunched on boots. Jamie had been gone for a few days. No-one was even sure how it happened. She was out in the woods with some friends, they were playing hide and go seek, and then she wasn’t found by the other kids. They just figured she was hiding really...
Serpent: A Comparative Biology
When you leave I make an X of my body stretched from corner to corner. Do you dream in color? I dream in blood. When I was skinny and twelve, 28 days were a tame constrictor. I lobbed white pads at it. It pretended they were eye patches. We had a laugh when they grew...
How to Create Your Own Post
Introduction Thanks for your patience as we launch this new system for the Bending Genres Roundtable! It's part of a major shift to bring all the different Bending Genres sites onto one massive platform. There aren't too many literary journals out there that offer...