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Short Stories from the Desk of J.M. Menkiss

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  • RapeSeed

    Deafness fall upon me, of foul words I’ll heed no more; You scatter them like Rapeseed at the Earth outside my door. – From bloom of sickly spindles, leaves of cabbage, white as milk, with petals burnt a Yield-less Yellow, they asphyxiate their ilk. – Their nettles rise to meet my feet, drawing blood like […]

    J.M. Menkiss

    May 16, 2022
    Love Joseph
  • let it go.

    Frustration is a silent companion who sits in the front seat as you pump gas in the bitter cold, laughing as it locks the door with your keys inside. It hovers, just above your shoulder, as you hunch low over the stove; it chatters as you count spices, flicking flecks of spit into the pot […]

    J.M. Menkiss

    May 1, 2022
    Love Joseph
  • “on April 14th”

    Some say there are days which will stick in our memory like how to a strip of brown paper a fly might become glued; In a child’s first words, on one’s gold-gilded birthday, or when another first tells them, “I do”: But as I am too young for that, I know My day comes on […]

    J.M. Menkiss

    April 15, 2022
    Love Joseph
  • Wild Manswood Drive

    It was a daisy that killed the Vanterbombs. Prized from the Earth, stolen from its home, it had lived just long enough to bring down the house around it before it withered and faded. As for the family, they woke up one morning dead, with their legs in the air and their faces in the […]

    J.M. Menkiss

    April 1, 2022
    Love Joseph
  • Medical Component Specialist

    He reached for the cup, frowning at its lightness, before sucking down the last cold dregs to drop it into the bin beneath his desk. His eyes stung like bees; he pressed hard into them with his palm, massaging deeply. He felt as though he had been awake for a lifetime. He glanced at the […]

    J.M. Menkiss

    March 13, 2022
    Love Joseph
  • The Creation Story

    In the age before Man, when the Earth was weightless and empty, nothing lived at all. There were no birds, no trees, nor even ants to build their burrows in the ground. In fact, our world was nothing but water; a single drop which hung, suspended, upon a blanket of cold, dark space. The world […]

    J.M. Menkiss

    March 1, 2022

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