by Here Comes Everyone | Dec 28, 2018
Seeing YellowMary Rose McCarthy At forty, Alison had come to detest the colour yellow. And she saw it everywhere. She wasn’t the navel gazing type, but if she thought at all about her problem with yellow, she figured it could have something to do with an unremembered...
by Here Comes Everyone | Dec 23, 2018
ZOLA PHOTOSJIM ZOLA JIM ZOLA is a poet and photographer living in North...
by Here Comes Everyone | Dec 22, 2018
That Old Black MagicPamela Scott went down tothe woods lastnight, in the dark,moon shining above went down tothe darkest partof the woods,right into theold black heart went down, deepdown, until all thelight was gone, untilthe dark breathed around me went down to the...
by Here Comes Everyone | Dec 21, 2018
No Flowers by RequestAnne Goodwin Had my highlights not been in need of attention, I might never have known of Mr. Blenkinsop’s demise. I don’t normally patronise the local rag but I was marooned at the hairdresser’s and some other woman had nabbed last month’s...
by Here Comes Everyone | Dec 20, 2018
Artificial, IntelligibleTimothy Ryan —Adrianne?—Yes, Mom, it’s me.—Adrianne, is that you?—Yes, Mom, you can open the door.—Wonderful, Adrianne, yes, yes, of course, it’s been so long–—How are you today, Mom? I brought over the honey you like from Mr. Capelli’s.—His...
