Copyright Urban Mole 2017 I'm eight and I might be the only boy with a pigeon inside his head. It's like blowing air into empty bottles: a sound behind my eyes, as far back as my ears, but a bit more towards the top. Hu Huuuu Hu, hu hu.
Copyright Urban Mole 2017 When the Martians arrived above New Jersey in 1938, panic spread among the credulous . People couldn't flee far enough, partly because they were left breathless from all the screaming, but mostly because there was no way to outpace a threat so fast moving as to…
Copyright Urban Mole 2016 A beautiful aspect of winter is the chance to rise in the dark at the start of the day. If you're fortunate, your coffee may be brewing as the sky pales and you catch a flock of crows flying hundred-fold under the last stars, calling out…
Copyright Karin Mora 2016 Ah, the beautiful view of the woods outside, thin enough to thread a truck through and full of that tree, and the one with the conkers. I used to play conkers as a child but was told not to eat them. We ate them in autumn…