FictionI HEARD A growl, deep and low, and then a yelp. I had been lying awake – I always tried to stay awake when Dad was drunk and angry – and when I heard the noise I got out...

PoetryThe car deaf as a hearsefrom the screaming weightof all that came before,we drive down a tarmac slashedby white line, white line,into the splintered lightof the woods waiting,like eternity, just outside town.We seek loam incestuouswith sodden bracken and leaf-rot,homing...