8am at the lights on a wave of fuming plastic, new car smell the son is young and beautiful, dead-eyed out the window Yolande Norris is a writer and producer based …
100 holes in my bucket (PS Cottier)
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 …
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 …
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 …
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 …
posthumous (Mark Roberts)
1. he did show some promise. those early poems were acclaimed politely but honestly by the right people & he hoped for meetings with publishers, small print runs & launches …