Walking Upside Down. Flash Fiction by John Ravenscroft. WordCity Monthly February 2021 Issue6


Walking Upside-down In my dreams, the good ones, Mary Iris McCormack - Mim for short - is forever doing handstands, her knees bent, her feet planted flat against the redbrick playground wall. The skirt of her school uniform hangs like a soft green bell about the half-hidden clapper of her head, and when she turns … Continue reading Walking Upside Down. Flash Fiction by John Ravenscroft. WordCity Monthly February 2021 Issue6

This House is Old, a poem by John Ravenscroft, WordCity Monthly, January 2021 Issue5


This House is Old   When I was born - seems long ago - This house already knew that woe And joy are mixed by time's slow flow. That mix (plus bricks) births quid pro quo A pact all ancient houses know... Old houses secrets keep, below Until a digger seeks to know   And … Continue reading This House is Old, a poem by John Ravenscroft, WordCity Monthly, January 2021 Issue5

WordCity Monthly, November 2020 Issue3


Letter from the Editor, Darcie Friesen Hossack There is not a particle of life that does not bear poetry within it.-Gustave Flaubert I wrote what will follow before the election in the United States was called for Joe Biden and Kamala Harris. I'm tempted to delete and replace it with nothing more than this quote … Continue reading WordCity Monthly, November 2020 Issue3

Short Fiction by by John Ravenscroft, WordCity Monthly Nov2020 Issue3


John Ravenscroft Crazy Gene I fear I’ll do some damage one fine day...' (Paul Simon - Still Crazy After All These Years) When I was six years old my father went mad and attacked himself with a hammer. People don’t go mad these days, not like they used to. They have phobias and ‘episodes’ and … Continue reading Short Fiction by by John Ravenscroft, WordCity Monthly Nov2020 Issue3