‘Department of Great Lies : Annual Report:   January 2016’. There can be no doubt that the fairy community is in need of another Great Lie to ensure its invisibility for the 21st century. The successful strategy employed in the early 20th century, now part of our legend, in which we made...

The brown package dropped on the doormat with a satisfying thud. He’d been waiting for some time and had become irritable and testy with his beautiful wife. This didn’t bother her. It was a price she was willing to pay. And in turn, she had exactly what he wanted in a woman: high cheekbones...

  It’s lovely to see you too. Ages, I know. Oh yes, I’m fine thanks. No really, it’s nothing. A little tired, maybe. Nothing more.   My life is splintering. I’m slipping through the gaps. The interstitial places, the spaces where meaning vanishes. I’m cracking up.   Work’s fine...

  Sonnet, with tangled web I’m looking for somewhere to lay my head before the dark. Your hand blocking out the white noise until all I hear is beats of blood charging around my body against the slow boom of your heart. It’s not easy, this lies’ thing, but it’s not hard either, and at...

  Writer: Charlotte Brookes Artist/Filmmaker: Mark Noad

Refuge Sand flecks at my heels, Salt spray I can taste, Wind storms batter my being, I stand alone.                Out of place. Left with lies to warm my face. Books: of platitudes to soothe troubled waters, Of loss. Toddlers, drifted and tossed. Laugh and the world laughs with you; Cry and...