For us to be trans/formative we must first be trans/formed, our bodies unspooling from convention so that conviction instead  becomes the messy, sticky substance that drags our bones together and give...

Down in engineering you can’t even see the stars. Dad was so proud when I was reassigned— the heart of the ship, the heart of the ship,

Dorothy hid in the reeds until the gang had passed. Wearing her father’s tunic, trousers and cap, she knew she could be taken for a boy. At home, with Bram, she was Dodie, the big sister who brought h...

"The Bone Hermit," flash fiction by Lyndsey Croal

Dorothy hid in the reeds until the gang had passed. Wearing her father’s tunic, trousers and cap, she knew she could be taken for a boy. At home, with Bram, she was Dodie, the big sister who brought h...

The Fens, source of a third of England’s vegetables, faces rising floods, drought and heat as climate risks collide.

Here’s a small selection of the horror and genre news that caught our eye during the last week … Out now from author Jack Finn and Crow Street Press, It Pierces: A Folk Horror Four veterans. One fo…