Falling down the stairs is no joke. The need for a minivan full of pills to numb the nonstop pain is worse. And why are the tablets always made beside nightclub...
Can you vape books?
Sartre? Murakami?
Can you vape a river or a cloudless summer sky?
Will it taste like fresh mango,
Or a wild country flower?
Can you vap...
The mother was fine. Her skin silky smooth, hair freshly coiffed, no postpartum depression, no sleep deprivation, she just basked in the glory of her newborn so...
In London,
birds drown among the sinking catacombs
then listen to gabba when the cinemas shut down
leaving Polaroids lost on the tube.
In New York,
tramp...
Stacey was shopping in a supermarket for a big family party. She pushed a bottle of wine wrapped in a pillowcase, nestling in a shopping trolley, and she was co...
Your mum makes me wade through the floorboards with a dustpan and brush like I’m paddling into the sea—she doesn’t even care that I’m asleep. No one in this hou...
Daniel led a dreary life, entering data into a computer at a small publishing company and coming home to a mother who suffered from a serious form of dementia, ...
Six months from Christmas, I started scoffing all my lunches and dinners at Reggie’s, the food joint I worked at, where everyone had head lice, despite the stri...
Tim Frank’s work has been published in Bending Genres, X-R-A-Y Literary Magazine, Maudlin House, The Forge Literary Magazine, New World Writing, Hobart and elsewhere. He has been nominated for Best Small Fictions and 3x Best of the Net. His debut chapbook is, An Advert Can Be Beautiful in the Right Shade of Death (C22 Press ’24) His sophomore effort is, Delusions to Live By (Alien Buddha Press ’25)