Ben ReynoldsStar-CrossedHe waits, obedient. To his right are three more, identical, until he marches alone and there she is, as ever. He inches forwards, to where…Jan 19, 2017Jan 19, 2017
Ben ReynoldsWhite and BlackWhite on top of white on top of white, his rig claws for frozen-lake traction as his eyelids bounce, sleep and death the same. Then, a…Jan 19, 2017Jan 19, 2017
Ben ReynoldsBee MovieNeon vacancy signs flashed as the bee crawled across the bed, apologetic. I’m sorry I cannot fly, for the season is late and I am heavy of…Jan 17, 2017Jan 17, 2017
Ben ReynoldsThe Last Of LoganThe Last of Logan is an experimental piece of fiction written for my MA. The story — about a boy coping with the death of his older brother…Jan 16, 2017Jan 16, 2017
Ben ReynoldsLittle Big PlanetIn between the stars we found us and everything we had ever known. Every kiss, every punch, every smile, distilled into a dot, spinning in…Jan 16, 2017Jan 16, 2017
Ben ReynoldsPick-upLewis was surprised to see Grandma at the gates. ‘Where’s Mummy?’ ‘Silly thing, did she forget to say I was picking you up?’ She gripped…Jan 16, 2017Jan 16, 2017
Ben ReynoldsA grand adventure.So this is it. No longer employed. I am exposed to the world and its madness. Now it’s just me and the words. I push buttons on a keyboard…Dec 10, 2016Dec 10, 2016
Ben ReynoldsPlagiarismI have read an art historian who extols realism and is militant for the advent of a new subjectivity. I heard you have a compilation of…Oct 30, 2016Oct 30, 2016
Ben ReynoldsinBullshit.ISTShifting HistoryAnother section from The Great Weight of Ordeals, a work in progress about a cricket umpire set over five days of a Test match. Here, he…Sep 19, 2016Sep 19, 2016