By Craig Dobson Surfacing too slow,knowing he hasn’t made it, the boy blows his last gasp, parting the water above, filling his open mouth not with drowningbut his own dead breath,before the air’s sweet ease is his again.Though now he knows nothing lives beyond, and nothing this side can show more than binds him to … Continue reading Element
A Chip Off
By Craig Dobson Fiona is sitting with her back to the window, a semi-silhouette against the village’s winding main street. The weather has been hot for days. Farm machinery blunders along the narrow lanes, great round bales balanced precariously on splayed trailers. Wisps of straw litter the hedgerows and pavements. In the warm evenings, check-shirted … Continue reading A Chip Off
