• Posts Tagged ‘Judith Field’

    The Fissure of Rolando

    by  • May 22, 2017 • Fiction • 0 Comments

    Art for "The Fissure of Rolando"

    An essay by Euphemia Thorniwork, as provided by Judith Field Art by Scarlett O’Hairdye November, 1890 A splash of water in my face brought me round. I opened my eyes and sat up to find myself in the lecture theatre of Huxley College, Oxford, where a mathematics lecture was in progress. Spaulding, my fellow...

    Read more →

    The Giftie

    by  • September 19, 2016 • Fiction • 0 Comments

    The Giftie

    An essay by Sadie Loveday, as provided by Judith Field Art by Errow Collins O wad some Pow’r the giftie gie us To see oursels as ithers see us! (Robert Burns, “To a Louse”) On my 40th birthday, I said to myself, “Sadie, it’s time for life to begin.” Sadie Loveday, spinster of this...

    Read more →

    Novichok-452

    by  • October 12, 2015 • Fiction • 0 Comments

    An essay by Dr Stanley Goodman, as provided by Judith Field Art by Luke Spooner When I was sure all the rats were dead, I showed them to Roger. “Brilliant, Francesca! Brilliant! Takes chemical warfare to a new level. That’s working smarter, not harder.” He grinned. I’m sure he’s got more than thirty two...

    Read more →

    Weather is a Zero-sum Game

    by  • November 10, 2014 • Fiction • 0 Comments

    An essay by Sam Keegan, as provided by Judith Field Art by Shannon Legler I wheeled my new invention up the garden. It was a metal box about the size of a pillow, with an array of switches, instrument panels, and levers down one side. At the top was an axle attached to a...

    Read more →

    Sport of Kings

    by  • July 7, 2014 • Fiction • 0 Comments

    An essay by Rick King, as provided by Judith Field Art by Luke Spooner I woke up, rolled over and collided with something solid. Stretching out a shaking hand, I opened my eyes. I was facing the oak tree in the front garden. Rainwater dripped onto me from the branches. A moment of calm,...

    Read more →

    The Last Unit

    by  • May 19, 2014 • Fiction • 0 Comments

    An essay by Jane Meadows, as provided by Judith Field Art by Justine McGreevy “Jane, that mad woman’s here again,” says Ben, my summer student pharmacist, looking out of the dispensary into the shop. “Keep your voice down!” I hiss, following his gaze. A woman in her mid-thirties stands by the counter. I think she must...

    Read more →