Art Assorted Photos D.C. Nobes Excerpt: Fantastic ABCs Stephanie Crossman | Cora Touchette Fiction Perhaps Esther Park Jacks Lorette C. Luzajic Away Shrutidhora P. Mohor Nonfiction Louvred Richard M. Ankers Flower or Tree? Esosa Zuwa Way Too Hard Anne-Marie Smith
Esther Park Once, there was a man who walked a tightrope. He was an ordinary man, just like everyone else. He had it all. He had grown into a fine young man, lacking nothing. An education leading to a career leading to wealth leading to a stable family leading to children leading to children’s children… Read More Perhaps
Lorette C. Luzajic No way to divide the booty fairly: there are four cola flavoured Mojos and a packet of Popeye candy cigarettes, and six of us kids from up and down the street. We divvy up the sticks and pretend we’re smoking. I leave them to fight over the taffy — I prefer the… Read More Jacks
Shrutidhora P. Mohor A lonely game of beach soccer is your favourite pastime. You have always been an offside player, your best kicks disqualified. I, a rule-bound linesman, blowing my whistle to send you back midfield. Is the centre of no interest to you? I ask frustrated. It is. I love to look at it… Read More Away
Art Windows of Colwyn Bay Morning-meadow Jones One Breath at a Time Bethany Jarmul Fiction Minibeasts Adele Evershed Miracle Turtle John Brantingham With Angels Carman C. Curton Smells of Home Robert Scott
Adele Evershed Growing up, my sister and I had a forty-acre field to play in, behind the family planning clinic and bordered by the rugby club. It was like the cress in a hard-boiled egg sandwich. Not quite as magical as that special childhood wood but still full of wonders. We made dens by rolling… Read More Minibeasts
John Brantingham Clyde sees what he thinks will be the last turtle of autumn wandering around his backyard from his porch where he is bundled up against this cold raining day to drink his coffee. He finds himself thinking about his nephew, Henry, who is in his sixties now, but still seems to Clyde like… Read More Miracle Turtle
Carman C. Curton We fought with angels. And we won. We shared our weapons. They shared what they knew of the Fallen, a wisdom vast and dark. Together we could not be beaten—even by the unnamable. Angels are joyless bastards. You wouldn’t think so, but there you are. They can’t have—anything. No possessions or homes… Read More With Angels
Robert Scott January is such a quiet month. Deserted streets, abandoned playgrounds, bare trees. A few hours ago, the flat felt empty too – and colourless, silent, lifeless – until I opened a new bar of soap. There was no indication of its potency. No warning on the label. Even the name was innocuous ‘Fragrance… Read More Smells of Home
The Violet Hour Magazine is very pleased to announce its grand re-opening. New design, new website, and a new call for submissions! Due to our June launch date, we’re coming into our publication schedule slightly later than intended, so this submission call will be from May 30th to July 31st, but the rest of our… Read More Submissions are Now Open
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