Author: Heather Lukins
InMemoryOf
I am part of a circle. It is a bit of a straggly circle outlined by professional stragglers — the kind of people who get left behind or forgotten or […]... Read More
“What is the nature of your concern?”
Does she dinnae how to clean? If this keeps up I’ll have to be mean, Dirty dishes left on the side, She needs a kick up her behind! Does […]... Read More
Frau Deliverer
My toes have blisters, my socks have holes, This thick skirt won’t keep out the cold, I pass windows framing glowing fires, Carts roll over cobbles, drawn by shires. […]... Read More
Nobody Inn
Evie knelt in front of the great wooden crucifix mounted on the Church wall. Her fingers clasped together, knuckles white. She focused on Jesus. His eyes looked hollow. Maybe he […]... Read More
A Taste of Honeyed Frost
“We deserve the vote! We are women, not property!” A resounding roar of applause echoed around Downing Street. To any ‘civilised’ man, the audience was a collection of demented creatures [&hel... Read More
Whit Charaic 2.0
INT: All the characters are gathered in a courtroom. The defendant, Whit Charaic, is sat beside his attorney whom is whispering close to his ear. The judge’s chair is empty. […]... Read More
Found Poetry, York
It is One-Thirty in York, A Tuesday in September, The sun is warm, With a lecture to remember. Instructed to watch – Like a hawk up high – All the […]... Read More
Whit Charaic 1.0
Whit sat at the computer desk, shoulders hunched forward, protecting the screen from prying eyes. That was, if they weren’t already prying. These words were dangerous. Their elaborate sequences reac... Read More- 3 of 3
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