ANZAC Day
I didn’t get the medals out this ANZAC Day. They belonged to my grandfather who served inFrance during World War 1. In particular, he was in the Battle of the […]
The Opposite Direction
“We don’t do this enough,” Gary said, phlegm bubbling faintly in his chest. I set a bottle of port onto the table. Glasses clinked. Gary sat first. Nigel told us […]
Seven and a Half Million Breaths
The bees, Alec thought. Where are they? He’d discovered them last spring. Never more than one or two at a time. Their abdomens shone glossily, green or blue, depending if […]
My Brother’s Handwriting
We were joined by scars. His lay under an eye like a dimple in a smile. He said he always remembered the tip of that tomato stake spearing towards him. […]
First Preview: The Distance Between Loves
‘The Distance Between Loves’ is Peter’s new short fiction collection, due for publishing in 2025.
What we’ve come to
I hadn’t noticed your sunspots. Sprinkled over hands the way soil speckled skin.
The Specimen Jar
I don’t remember hearing the thunder. I felt it, swelling and buffeting close to me.
The Fourth Bustop
The bus rumbles under him like an irregular heartbeat. He reverses, watching the cyclone fence edge closer in the trembling rear vision mirror.
Under the Bridge
Truck tires roll heavily over the bridge. Like a roll of thunder during a dry storm.
Black Hail
The rains broke but it was too late. They’d approached from horizons, shadowy and slanting, turning, and billowing.