Shhyes, all of younosey parkerslurking behind trembling lacepottering in perms and dowdy dressesbutt outdon’t say itI don’t want to hear a word not a peepthing is, this blasted horse he doesn’t sleep and I’m not sure what he does when I sleepif I…maybe he squeezes into the lift, goes for a canter round the streets,…
The Forward Prizes for poetry are a set of annual writing awards designed to celebrate the work of both established and emerging poets in the UK. They’re one of the most prestigious and long-running poetry prizes out there, with past winners that include Seamus Heaney, Simon Armitage, Kate Tempest and hundreds of other prominent poets…
Each year Braddock Avenue Books collects together the best “small fictions” published in the previous year for their aptly-named anthology The Best Small Fictions. Several stories which first appeared in Neon have been reprinted there, including Lydia Armstrong’s “The November We Are Fifteen” and Claire Joanne Huxham’s “Correspondence”…
Each year we put forward six pieces from the previous year of Neon Literary Magazine to be considered for the Pushcart Prize. In case you’ve never heard of it, the Pushcart Prize is intended to celebrate the very best of the small press world by collecting together the finest works of fiction and poetry published in literary magazines and anthologies…
the phonebox stood at the edge of an abandoned trading estateand was easy to missI fumbled for coins in the darknessthe call was brief he spoke without accent he sounded tired contents fragilehandle with care it was a couple of hours before the message went out I watched from a café across the streetmy pager…
First Program Spiders The talk show host invites the Naturalist onto his stage. The Naturalist looks as all Naturalists do: he is dressed in khaki shorts, a button-up white shirt, a pith helmet, brown leather boots. The exposed bits of his arms and legs are coated in a thick layer of hair, a little too…
Previously published in Lungs. In my dream I boiled an eggto relive a childhood pleasure, to dip in – but there were so many otherchores to do in that moment. Packing my bags, dusting awaya matrix of web, and my kitchenhad stretched to a banquet hall – candle litand murky with my father’s antediluvian wares.So…
I A woman is walking to her car with a bag of groceries. Her young daughter is waiting inside the car. The woman has instilled in her daughter a powerful fear of strangers. The daughter thinks a strange man will try to kidnap her if he sees her sitting in the car alone, so she…
[ Download Digital Edition | Print Edition SOLD OUT ] Strange goings on abound on every page of this issue of Neon: urban wildlife becomes oddly violent, the devil appears in a familiar-looking toy car, and a woman throws the last party she’ll ever need to organise. Esteban Rodriguez takes us on a visit to…
Each year Neon Literary Magazine nominates a select handful of its featured poems for the prestigious Forward Prize for Best Single Poem. The award has been running since 1992, and is recognised as one of the greatest honours for poetry in the United Kingdom and Ireland…