I will never: 1. Bungee, shouting yolo 2. Use the acronym yolo, except in this poem 3. Scuba at sea (it feels like choking even in the swimming pool) 4. …
Grand Mont (Michele Seminara)
A cat scrambles in the cave of my sex my heart is infested by desire; Jupiter has been with Leda and this typewriter is guilty with love. Electrified with memories …
Conflagration (Lizz Murphy)
What noises are they today tonight whose footsteps which train that dog barking who now laughs is it the trees shaking their bellies thundering their fruit even when I am …
Illuminating the Dangers of Going Too Far: Dave Eggers’ The Circle
Reviewed by Robert Goodman Imagine if Facebook, Twitter, Apple, Google and Microsoft were all hoovered up into a single social-media driven, tech-savvy organisation. The Circle is Dave Egger’s vision of …
Next (Lizz Murphy)
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 …