An Interview with Lynn Buckle Author of “What Willow Says”

Zoë Wells Lynn Buckle is the author of two novels, the latest of which, What Willow Says, was published by epoque press in May 2021. She lives on the Bog of Allen in Rathangen, Ireland, where she is a UNESCO Cities of Literature Writer in Residence. She is the founder of the Irish Writers’ Center’s Climate Writing Group and has benefitted from awards by the … Continue reading An Interview with Lynn Buckle Author of “What Willow Says”

Crackers by Karen Walker

First published in The Womb Department Anthology content warning: death Dressed in the cleanest clothes she has, Wendy shops at Grocery Giant on Mondays when selection is best, her pocket full of coins. People give the most on Sundays. She nods to the cashiers as she enters the store. They call the manager: “Crackers is here.” Wendy shops in aisle six – Snacks. She passes the candy and the chocolate because … Continue reading Crackers by Karen Walker

The Diving Board by Stephanie Parent

Originally published in the Red Skies anthology by Splintered Disorder Press. Every evening after midnight, summer of 2020, strangest summer of my life, I heard it: the sound of the diving board rebounding, hopeful and hollow, rising and falling, promising an ice princess plunge or the smack of a belly flop. The pool was half a block from my childhood home in Baltimore, Maryland – … Continue reading The Diving Board by Stephanie Parent

Birdie by Rebekah McDermott

My plucking had gotten very bad by then and I was starting to wonder if my flesh was trying to speak to me. It would mutter to me, not only at night, but also in the day, when I was listening to customer’s voices. The tweezers were much too harsh to use on my eyelashes and so these I removed, gently, by pulling them out with my forefinger and thumb. I pulled up my jumper to look at my stomach, noting how my hips jutted out at sharp angles, how my breasts slumped, barely filling the cups of my bra. There was satisfaction in the harsh curve of my collar bone and the spareness of my skin. Continue reading Birdie by Rebekah McDermott

Daddy’s Brown Belt by Edith K Magak

content warning: physical child abuse I was 11 when I told my father to kill me. It was after midnight, I think. My younger brother Sammy and I had been arguing from when primetime news started. Over what, I can’t remember. Daddy, who was coming to our room for the third time that night, threatened to whip us if he heard our voices again. That’s … Continue reading Daddy’s Brown Belt by Edith K Magak

Review: “What Willow Says” by Lynn Buckle

How do you fill the gaps where no words exist? That’s the question at the heart of What Willow Says, a novel which follows the interactions of a deaf granddaughter and her grandmother as the two connect over their shared love of nature. What Willow Says is author Lynn Buckle’s second novel, both published with epoque press. It’s a short book – coming in at … Continue reading Review: “What Willow Says” by Lynn Buckle

Latent Life by Sherin Bual

Originally published in Sky Island Journal. I. Arthur squinted into the tall, rectangular window of his eighth-floor office, then out at the horizon. The flood of fluorescent winter daylight on his eyes felt painful, almost unbearable. His gaze shifted downwards, myopically, towards the bottom of the window. A water beetle lay dead but upright between the double-paned glass for what had probably been years, its … Continue reading Latent Life by Sherin Bual

The Bandit Fiction Podcast: Episode Five

It’s another happy day as we get to announce the release of the latest episode of our podcast!!! As usual, our podcast features three wonderful works – Scott’s Burial, A Small Life, and Pigeon English – as well as an author interview, this time with Joe Butler. Did you know that you can sponsor our podcast episodes? We offer affordable advertising airwave space for small … Continue reading The Bandit Fiction Podcast: Episode Five

An Interview with Christina Delia

Gab Harvey Christina Delia writes horror fiction, plays and poetry. She holds a BFA in Writing for Film and Television from The University of the Arts in Philadelphia. Christina is an affiliate member of the Horror Writers Association (HWA).  Her plays have been performed in The Theater Project’s Think Fast Festival and The Secret Theatre’s Act One One: Act Festival. Her horror fiction is included in … Continue reading An Interview with Christina Delia

Lady’s Mantle by Leon Coleman

He tries to remember their time at the allotment. The crack of dawn. Spring. Clear blue sky, sunshine, fresh. He was ready, spade in hand, to help her turn some soil. Along the edge of the path, she crouched down to show him something: a clump of spreading green foliage, webbed fingers covered with tiny droplets of water like glass beads. Lady’s Mantle, she had called it. What a strange name for a plant, he had thought. Continue reading Lady’s Mantle by Leon Coleman

Pray For Her by Patrick Nevins

Jack’s home since finishing his master’s was a two-bedroom apartment in a red brick building with quiet tenants. For one week last August he’d enjoyed waking up early, listening to NPR while he ate breakfast, and walking the two miles to Trinity; a zigzag of streets led him by well-tended homes and houses turned into offices and salons. His route was thick with trees and their blessed shade. Then his sixteen-year-old niece, Leigh-Anne, moved in. Continue reading Pray For Her by Patrick Nevins

Wheelbarrow Rides, and Fractions of You by Kate Wilkinson

Another woman comes up to me, shaking my hand. This one has wispy hair, a dark dress, she’s old – and, before you ask, I don’t know how old, Granny. Just old. Anyway, she says she’s called Susan, and Susan is telling me that you were in London together in your early twenties, during the war. Apparently when the air raid warning went off you would run to the shelter together, and when you were there, huddled underground with strangers in the dark, she would play guitar and you would sing, and people knew the two of you as the musical girls from Mayfield Street. Continue reading Wheelbarrow Rides, and Fractions of You by Kate Wilkinson

Selkie Soliloquy by Bailey Merlin

I’m a Selkie searching for the skinyou buried to bind my body to yours.Or maybe you were the Selkie and I’veforgotten the tragedy of digging in the knife,tightly twisting until your epidermis dislodged,complete; but I can’t really remember and nowwhen I dream, your mouth opens to reveala gaping maw; I think you look like a heron,then imagine I’m a fish, a red herring readyto be … Continue reading Selkie Soliloquy by Bailey Merlin