He gives the clothes back to them. They are not really his. He walks back into the snow — the avalanches — they have broken him many time...

by Remiel Ruah (aged 7) There are things still living in graveyards Plants... trees... with golden leaves... Anyway. If I died, I...

Trying to be a man of the people (no people in particular, just people generally), I got out where the limo stopped, (having blown a tire...

What did I see or thought I saw as the slatted sun closed down the beach and the crescent-sanded shadows reached and fishermen pulled the...

It's how you move at night the late hour biting through torn photographs strewn across the floor from a time when memories were tangi...

I own a gate to this prairie that ends facing the Rocky Mountains. They call it Alberta, trail of endless blue sky, asylum of endless ...

I dreamed X in a swimming pool a man on the side with a stopwatch a race I in the water too with others all competing I dreamed X won beca...

He had tears rolling down his face He said: ‘I’ve spent all my money on speed I’ve stolen off my parents I’ve stolen off my friends I’v...