Monkey king stretches his four hands out to the sun love and desire his radiant avenue. Nothing goes through this fire :the huge expanse, cramping his hands for the monsters. Above, …
Black Wire (Kushal Poddar)
Black wire swirls the blade of the sun on blue. Isolation is sweaty. Isolation is hot. Smell of frying fish permeates the sphere. Sphere is small. Sphere is caged in …
Elevation (Ode to Frisco) (Emily Brugman)
In the Tenderloin A man with bloodied foot Yelled that middle class women Outside Amoeba Your mum — visiting for three weeks Stepped on a human shit And it was entertaining …
A RENDERING OF GENES (Ramon Loyola)
My hair is not black but dark brown It has streaks of white and old strands A rendering of unfortunate genes and Of old age and memories and regret The …
The Hunger (Ian McBryde)
Orchid Queen of corollas, borne up on the deep green roll of foliage. Your hunger is showing. One last tremble has opened your shoulders, bold as a whore. You are …
Poems from Year of the Wasp (Joel Deane)
Paramedics arrive. Give him a shot of Stemetil as he thinks of holding a match burning down to the pinch, of a …
Schlafwagen und Wunderkammer* (Richard James Allen)
(*German for ‘sleeper’ or ‘sleeping car’ and ‘cabinet of curiosities’ or ‘wonder room’) you are on the night train to Vienna and you have already arrived in Berlin you are …
Discoursing Diaspora
It’s International Diversity Day and at Verity La we’re taking this opportunity to announce our Discoursing Diaspora writing and arts project. International Diversity Day (also known as World Day for Cultural Diversity, Dialogue …
Writing from Awe (Anne Walsh)
Ice Breaker I step onto ice I know will break but sometime it has to. …
A Nurse’s Meditations in the Sluice Room (Louise McKenna)
Your contempt is like a needle waved in my face. Do I distress you because I don’t wear stockings or an apron pinned below my breasts? Do I bother you …