by Rebecca Clark || There is a woman sat next to me, in the middle seat.
by Annabel Banks || I was fifteen when he first turned up, some flashy guy in a leather coat with starlight in his eyes.
Reviewed by Juliano Zaffino || While it may seem paradoxical for prose to be at once stark and ornamentally lyrical, Bette Howland was not a writer to shy away from such a challenge.
by Gráinne O’Hare || Blanche and Orla don’t notice Laoise crying at first; they are engaged in lively debate about how much vodka a tampon can hold.
Reviewed by Terri-Jane Dow || Boy Parts - our book club pick for September - is the most deliciously grim book I've read for a while.
by Laura McDonagh || narcissus cannot see herself
Reviewed by Terri-Jane Dow || This time last year, I was in Seoul, mesmerised by streets upon winding streets of bustling beauty stores in Myeong-dong.
by Fionna Cumming || March hits like a fist, these Ides the first we've truly had to be wary of since Caesar bled, and we didn't heed the warnings.
by Sian Norris || "It just doesn't look right," Iris said, wringing her hands. Meghan couldn't take her eyes off those hands. She didn't think she'd ever seen anyone actually wring their hands before.
by Sarah O'Malley Graham || I plant seeds like prayers