for Jess I understand your independent grandeur my lonesome friend so drink a whiskey river of cloudless beauty wander in love dust see the rugged moon & ride me raw …
Thy poetry and thy pathos—all so strange! (PS Cottier)
The found poem hates the way the egregious disruptions of fashion have shaped his hideous form; a misshapen picaresque, he lurches. He is angry as blackbirds in a pie croaking …
ThE IncreDible ChariSma SuckiNg MOnster (Mark William Jackson)
the incredible charisma sucking monster wrapped its plastic lips around a cock in the hen house lending its life against future …
Monsoonal light of our childhood (Rico Craig)
Life, cannot quell thoughts of you my brother In the Malay of childhood, you’re eight, our hands are sticky with frangipani sap. It’s rainy season; you have starfruit juice, …
The Archimedes Principle and the red cement floor (Rachael Mead)
You promised it wouldn’t happen again and this time there weren’t enough towels to deal with the physics. Fill. Overflow. The mechanics of weight and volume …
Visitors (Tony Walton)
They come for you- in old fashioned hats, from where you don’t know, to fuck you hard against every wall you’ve built up. They know how to pick all …
My own private apocalypse (Oliver Driscoll)
I start with the irises. My sister-in-law was here on the weekend and called them chrysanthemums but she did not explain why. Later I eradicate the years between 1768 and …
Apocrypha (Gregory Horne)
After Bugs Bunny in Drag the first real girl I loved sat at the end of the last pew in St Lawrence’s. Next to her, her jet black mother, a …
An Impulse / Action (Robbie Coburn)
Woodstock- struck by winter a cold wind breaks up the sky. cold /makes decisions (ending) a shade of frost descended on the grasses. to the west a light beyond the …
Jimmy Watson’s (Nathanael O’Reilly)
Last time I saw you during the autumn of ninety-two we got drunk at Jimmy Watson’s celebrating your girlfriend’s twentieth You wore your t-shirt inside out making some kind of …