He has learned not to ask dangerous questions in the company of carnivorous flowers. “The signs are ominous” says the light in an arithmetic of tossed berries. Clouds will not …
Cyclothymia (Julie Maclean)
It floods like shame after a lie like a bleeding glacier …
Bare (Melinda Smith)
The dead are necessary they are forked like branches they have their own names call them: they are not hiding what use will you come to ? a eucalypt stag …
Recompense (Luke Best)
David with the Head of Goliath (Rome) — Caravaggio Fatality There’s a boy on the wall of my writing space: the all-dark 3a.m. cubicle. …
Cartography (Paul Hetherington)
Cartography 1. The width of our expression was never as wide as the ocean. The depth we knew rarely troubled the lantern fish. Yet your hands were waves, absorbed in …
A Kind of Burden (Saddiq Dzukogi)
Silence like emptiness, is reciprocal when you speak against a wall, knowing …
The nature of loss
(Audrey Molloy)
Widow-makers, they call your boughs that plunge without warning, crush soft bodies beneath. Yet I know you are not death but grief’s balled fist come down. For seven years I decompose below your …
Pezzi (Josephine Clarke)
hanging on the line torn cloth, too threadbare for sheets but good enough for you for between your legs on the cursed days clots caught slipping as you walked the …
Common Tongue (Miguel Jacq)
i. A weekday, cocooned somewhere in my twenties, one father and his son suspended in a lift shaft an everyday moment, a faraday cage moment until a phone call makes …
Why You Stopped Making Things (Lucy Dougan)
The Wallpaper The wallpaper was a forest. You had put it up with your father. You let me into the new dappled world behind your desk. When you sat in …