Screech by Dane Cobain The screech of rubber and he hit him like a bad boxer, broken bumper and three-starred GTA. I was omnipresent but I didn’t get the numberplate. It happened like a shipwreck – they circled like a vulture and took away the whiplashed forever burning brake-pads, no cops, no green, no nothin’ […]


Nest by Jeff Harrison It wasn’t until we got the Christmas tree into the house and up on the stand that our daughter discovered a small bird’s nest tucked among its needled branches. Amazing, that the nest had made it all the way from Nova Scotia on a truck mashed together with hundreds of other […]