October 6, 2018
In sickness and dishonesty
by Charley Barnes
‘He thinks it was a miscarriage.’
It’s the first time that I’ve said this out loud. The room is so quiet that I can hear the nurse breathing and I can’t...
Self-portrait of the writer
Naked, I stand in front of my floor to ceiling mirror. There is a chair wedged beneath the handle of my bedroom door, so I know that we won’t be disturbed.
In red lipstick, I write ‘Bingo wing’ along the inside of my outstretc...