Oonah V Joslin lives in North East England and writes mostly poetry and flash fiction. She was Managing Editor of Every Day Poets from 2008 to 2014, and is currently Poetry Editor of The Linnet’s Wings.
I reflected, how strange… You would never think of going through another’s possessions. Death changes that. Some of mother’s books were — unexpected. Asimov, yes, and Tolkien, but Gore Vidal? How little we know. I opened the pages of her… Continue Reading
It is a beautiful thing, isn’t it? Would you like to know how I came by it? It’s a strange tale. I was down at the Causeway on the North Antrim coast. Did you know that it’s a steep walk… Continue Reading
We noted with great pleasure that January’s most-read story was “Resolution“, by Oonah V Joslin. The story was published on December 31st, but was well-read throughout the month of January. Oonah has been one of EDF’s most prolific authors, part… Continue Reading
Ruby was wearing a cherry red coat, the hood trimmed with white fur, the skirt full from the waist, red boots, berry-bright against the snow. It was lying unusually deep. You might have thought it Christmas, not Valentine’s. A few… Continue Reading
Phil tried out the new swivelly chair for size — took a spin or two just to get the feel of it and put his hands on the desk proprietarily. “Hand me a book, love, will you?” “Any book?” “Any… Continue Reading
Gaye handed out paper and pens. A few people groaned but tradition is tradition and this had been a family ritual ever since anyone could remember. She fetched the Box of Broken Promises and began to read last year’s resolutions.… Continue Reading
The bombardments had been relentless. Night after bloody night stuck down a hole in the ground, pissing into the rancid mud. It was a world filled with excrement, guts and putrefaction. Convulsive blasts on gun positions shattered valour. Private Martin… Continue Reading
You are. You are two cells old–zygote and sperm. You are the miracle. No need to know, only to grow. You hear the heart of your mother and the music soft and far away of human voice. You twist and… Continue Reading
It waited there in the field not zero, twixt mathematical probabilities and uncertainty principles, inert; but able to catalyze a thing that could neither be created nor destroyed. Teetering on the brink of creation it waited, for other particles to… Continue Reading