Perhaps we were birds once, in another life, careless with the effervescence of the air, perhaps a pinion or a plume still crowds our heavy shoulder blades, itching to erupt. …
Back Row (Andrew Hall)
Bowling Shoes I just remembered today that when I was a kid, whenever we went bowling, I used to wear bowling shoes. They would all change into theirs, then Dad …
i don’t know the word for depression in vietnamese (Kimberly Nguyen)
i don’t know the word for depression in vietnamese but it should be somewhere between blue and purple. it should be a quantity of red, or the difference between purple(tím) …
the daughter (Stu Hatton)
She has been much-misconstrued. I heard half a rumour that belied the garden’s colours. The father’s arm had withered soon after he came out of uniform, & never again …
Gently green (Dani Netherclift)
I tried to get back to you, tending your greenery my mother complained You water like a Pom, too stingy. when I was a child fairy limbed we planted watermelons …
The flipside of the postcard (Rachael Mead)
I love the word pristine, the naïve impossibility of it, all …
Take Two (Ariana Moulton)
For Anne Sexton, who was prescribed poetry Take two, and call me in the morning. 5 mg of metaphor and 1200 of iambic pentameter. Take with food, write each …
29 days since (Jenny Pollak)
The valve of the heart bends forward over the bones of the hill. This is how air carves the earth to claim a place it can hold. The long face …
Over olive and tin (Bilal Hafda)
I swallow this impatient country like a testament to Adam, the sun a corrugated pit, apricot rusted on my tongue we were dead men, …
First Kiss (Trixi Rosa)
My first kiss was framed by rusty corrugated iron walls and wonky wooden fences. It was sung by earth shattering sounds of passing cement-tankers. The crown of my head melting …