When We Were One by Jen Gupta

Those years were yellow –  a summer sun flirting with bedtime. We could talk to birds, we could speak cat. The shed in the backyard was our secret home. We hid blankets and plastic teacups filled with wild berries inside the old wheelbarrow so Dad wouldn’t find them on his search for a garden shovel. Each day we woke with the first peek of light, the cicada’s first hiss, to wipethe tear drops … Continue reading When We Were One by Jen Gupta

Letter from the Mouse Cage by Johnny Gaunt

Mam made a mistake Scotty. And now dads dead. That means she cant ever say sorry to him. Just think about that for a minute. Imagine needin to say sorry but you cant. So instead you just get the pain. Can you hate someone in pain? Im not sure I can cos I know what that pain feels like. We both carry it about with us like guilty humps on our backs. Its always there. Always. Continue reading Letter from the Mouse Cage by Johnny Gaunt

The Miner by Kurt Van Ristell

They worked him ’til his fingernails turned mulberry,Peeling from their beds like autumn petals.They used new therapies to fix his crumpled distals, Alloyed his carpals with an icy clutch of metals. But soon after, his miner’s arms collapsed –Each ulna splintered like an ocean’s daughter-streams.And so they weaved his alabaster frame of bonesWith endless reams of printed black graphene – Light as an iron feather. … Continue reading The Miner by Kurt Van Ristell

Where I Belong by Cara L McKee

The places where I belong arethe fairytale-real wooded spaces,wearing leathern boots and wrapped in wool,or up on the wild, windy moorendlessly searching Heathcliffmay I never find himwith hair and cape, whippinglike funereal pirate flags in my wake. The places where I belong arethe storied stone circleswith cup, sword, and athame,and crescent on my brow,or on the wide staircaseof some forlorn manorgiven long ago to more … Continue reading Where I Belong by Cara L McKee

What We’re Reading This Month: An Algerian COVID Premonition, a Woke-Busting Brat Packer, a One-Eyed High School Girl God, and the Greek Orthodox Diaspora

Compiled by Michael Bird What are you reading this month? Our team of international volunteers at Bandit Fiction share with us the highs and lows of the current book scene. Keep reading to learn what Bandit volunteers find engrossing or disappointing about their choice of novels, poetry and memoirs. 1. ‘White’ by Bret Easton Ellis It is difficult to tell whether time has planed off a … Continue reading What We’re Reading This Month: An Algerian COVID Premonition, a Woke-Busting Brat Packer, a One-Eyed High School Girl God, and the Greek Orthodox Diaspora

Where Have All the Flowers Gone? by Robert Lumsden

Though the Outcasts were apprehensive of The Towers, few could resist the strange longing they compelled. Nobody should hold themselves to blame for this, the Ultras taught. Lusting after the cold and distant reminders of their loss of paradise was no sin provided each Outcast understood the shining obelisks for the harbingers of hell they truly were.  Continue reading Where Have All the Flowers Gone? by Robert Lumsden

Dama Bianca by Urška Vidoni

When her husband was at home, she tried to be the best wife she could, and when he wasn’t, she tried to be the best mother she could. But all was in vain; the knight couldn’t, or maybe didn’t want to, see the effort she was making for the family. The balls at the castle became less and less frequent, and her husband sought the company of the bottle instead. Continue reading Dama Bianca by Urška Vidoni