sad regions stretch like backyards visited long ago like the tongue encountering an icicle like Jacob in Blake’s painting they loll under the charcoal moon in the hush of the …
Elementals (Stuart Barnes)
Who are these people at the bridge to meet me? They are the villagers— Two. Of course there are two. First, are you our sort of person? The word of …
Six Untitled Poems (Bekah Steimel)
I. A woman like a swallow’s throat not curled up but slumped suicidal gestures always take too much energy and crash upon the wrong ears this time your own heard …
Mykonos (Stuart Barnes)
after Sylvia Plath’s ‘Lesbos’ Friction In that block Of flats. From six A.M. you’d modernise. I’d hammer, call you Sookie, sook. So scared to relish bareback. Designer duds rook …
Former Child Star (Stuart Barnes)
after Sylvia Plath’s ‘Child’ Your half-moons are the ten absolutely fabulous things. I want to streak them with Covergirl, Puck, Museums of dew Whose waves you intonate – …
Theory of a Shadow (Todd Turner)
Think of a bird now think of its shadow. Imagine a field now picture a lake. Had the shadow not drifted across the field you might have missed a fire-bird …
September on Gasworks Bridge (Todd Turner)
It has been a long day to say the least. Wind, rain, shadows, stone. So I take a walk. Standing on Gasworks Bridge, I watch the river run east, run …
Leaving My Place on the River (Todd Turner)
Standing at the window, looking out onto the river for the last time, I turn my thoughts to a field where I stood as a child. The wind is blowing. …
Incoherence (Gemma White)
Tonight, I’m having you over for dinner. I’ll be licking the storms from your mind like chocolate. (You can thank me later). I’ll be exactly where I always am, dripping …
Friendship (Gemma White)
At Meredith we stayed up all night listening to doof doof cyberpunk music and I saw you cry for the first time, at four in the morning bottle of ice …