Spent eggshells What did I buy with them Google auto-complete says poems by language By what else would they be Restore sight the hollows the eyes sit in He posts photos of …
New and Enticing Shapes: Andrew Galan’s That Place of Infested Roads (life during wartime)
Review by Nigel Featherstone What is it that we are to make of poetry, especially in an era when even well-written and relevant fiction is being ignored for reality cooking …
Dangerous Women (Lizz Murphy)
She lays on hands prays by her child her only child bears forth an unforeseen healing Afterwards the cure spurned feared the mother spurned feared This dangerous woman abandoned by …
Stomp (Libbie Chellew)
I wish I didn’t have a hole. It seems extreme, I know. But I can’t seem to get the idea out of my head. Life would be easier without a …
My Stalker (PS Cottier)
See her reflected in those shop windows? Mumbling grey granny, disrespected elder, spectacled and zimmered, inching so fast, faster than she should. Faster than breath. Ninja quiet now, with crochet …
Lumpectomy / I’m So Sorry (Kristen Roberts)
Lumpectomy They cut a lump from me – a bully, too big for its boots they said, but harmless – and then pulled the wound’s edges in like purse strings, closed …
Spinning Wheels (Merrindahl Andrew)
Spinning wheels in wet ruts, the spray of muddy water: rainbows. I would love to, I would love to I would love to, I will never. Who’s at home to …
A flash flood of hailstones (Tom Doig)
I woke up with an icepick headache. It felt like an alcoholic horse had pissed in my mouth. I lay in my sleeping bag trying not to retch, struggling to …
Believing in the Book: Finlay Lloyd’s new smalls
Review by Phill Stamatellis The death of the book has become a tiresome mantra that in recent years has reached fever pitch. That beast Amazon has stretched its tentacles beyond …
What everyone said (Fikret Pajalic)
My next-door neighbour on the left moved out one day. I didn’t know when and I didn’t see him leave. He just left. Vanished. He was a quiet, stooped fellow …