it is the duty of parents to name you, to store read-only instinct in your shell of foreign flesh. this seems disruptive at first but I go naturally, native to …
SILENT AS A LANTERN (Stephen Oliver)
Flame is cupola. See it erupt from shock-blown window frames of tall buildings. Boisterous as applause exploding from theatre galleries. Observe flame’s upward curve, elegant as the carved prows of …
Not the 3:30pm Nightly News! (Robin Reich)
There’s been a massive sell-off overnight in hectopascals, with community profit-takers acknowledging that the boys did good. The meanings of specific words have been reversed, precipitating a quest for …
Maintaining the Strange Fire: David Stavanger’s The Special and Rob Walker’s tropeland
Review by Lucy Alexander David Stavanger is also Ghostboy… or Ghostboy is also David Stavanger — whichever way you like to approach it, they are both responsible for the poems …
balloons (Rose Hunter)
like balloons, we were way up there then gone. it was not incremental. that first night (or was it second) any case, tacos de pastor and tell me about yourself; …
Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good Very Bad Dating App (D. Gilson)
In God we trust, all others send data. No fatties, no femmes. Dick pics? Can you host? Can you bottom? Can you get into roleplay? Sodom & Gomorra? Teacher & Student? …
Joey (Deb Wain)
You shouldn’t be hitchhiking out here on your own, she says when she leans across and opens the door of her shiny four-wheel drive. The young woman she addresses hurries …
fingers play the role of feet (Dave Drayton)
walk barefoot over broken glass and into pigeon shit collected atop concrete and beneath the beams that buoy the train above running from Newtown to Stanmore or Stanmore to Newtown …
Echo Chamber (Magdalena Ball)
In the echo chamber you sat, one leg seductively slung across today’s chair, the other tapping reverberated Morse code the song in your head a doubtful skill you’ve never been …
Fracking (Graham Akhurst)
(edited by Phillip Hall) lured by haunted white space I fill the page with egret bloom with flame tree impart wisdom in lake’s reflection nature’s metaphor conjures beauty for a …