i. The insect that chirps here every night tonight is chirping under the bed. The insect sound is cold and constant as the rain whispering outside the …
Roaches Dancing (Joran Monteiro)
the earth is dead and we are all roaches dancing on its coffin until the lights finally die and we realise, with vomit in our nostrils, that the party …
Driving Hours (Stu Hatton)
reading dust signatures communication of the road we blur trees ’92 mixtape, landscape mix until we tire of music too-loud talkback vowels when the tape ejects …
Something took form (Alison Murray)
in Narbonne I listened to a cat scratch of claws on a tiled roof, a storm, the cathedral bells. The death of Rimbaud …
Before the power went out (Josephine Rowe)
Before the power went out I saw a girl dressed in a black jacket and plaid skirt, cawing like a corvidae, like a warning except she wasn’t circling: she was …
At the Park (Karen Andrews)
At the park siblings fall, parading their love to the throng they crash in limbs and kisses to the bottom of the playground slide. Aged matrons pass by, …
Hours & Days (Susie Campbell)
Wednesday 8th September 2010 tonight i really feel like going for a swim. the pool of course is closed. most days i force myself to jump straight in, flesh …
untitled (Agnieszka Niemira)
life measured in pay cheques packed in boxes captured in pictures caught in places in music in-between life freed life lost …
Rage with Exactitude (Emily Manger)
not your usual red sleeves-rolled-up angry a purple angry angry that wears pearls and lipstick perhaps a deep maroon not stamping feet on the floor but nails on the …
(Agnieszka Niemira)
through the sound of snow chochoły* dancing in my past in my future (* Stanisław Wyspiański ‘Wesele’)