Clíodhna Bhreatnach So     you’re leaving us    I’m going to miss            your smiley face in the corridor      it’s been                       a pleasure         So what is ityou write your poetry about    tell us            your inspiration       Oh    beautiful                       subject        Time    which isn’t linearit’s circular    I believe that     It comes            back to us       Like music      We’ve                       been alive before and we’ll liveagain      Just when you think it’s all over            then you’re really beginning                       Years ago I would have loved to … Continue reading Paul, who is carrying a ladder and on his way to fix something

            Amanda Auchter In the dream where my mom knows what day it is,she can identify the president, too. I walkthrough the back door of our old house, hear the dog click across the tile, the tv on so loudI have to yell hello. I throw my purseon the counter littered with pill bottles and bills, the … Continue reading My Mom Calls Me By My Right Name

            Nawel Abdallah We want to look at red roses  and not think of bloodstains.  We want to enjoy a scene  of summer breeze gently wavering white bed sheets  and not think of having to say last goodbyes  to families wrapped in white shrouds.  We want the grass to grow quietly,  green like heaven,  not dusty like tanks.  We want to raise our heads to … Continue reading Simple Things

            Nadia de Vries And I paint him taupeBecause he’s not my favorite How does it feel, being plain? I paint him taupe. Make him say hiTo orange, blue and green I want to see taupe cry I know that taupe knowsThat he’s nothingWithout grey and brown Nadia de Vries is a poet from Amsterdam, the … Continue reading Misery’s Garnet

            Toby Campion cher coming last in a cher look-alike competition squatting beside a ford fiesta outside the auditorium berating her hairline in the wing-mirror someone who’s never met cher presenting cher with an A3 poster of her face and a permanent marker cher flossing cher missing a bus someone who’s never met cher telling cher that’s so cher a man putting … Continue reading sheesh—

            Gennna Gardini I wake up and there is a woman at the foot of my bed, waiting. I blink and she is gone. Do you believe in ghosts? you’ll ask. I believe in everything. Once, someone pointed to a badge on my fanny-pack and whispered it was haunted. Once, someone told me my soul is … Continue reading Ghost

            Rachel Burns It’s no joke. I’m still drunk.Slicing a sack of onions at 7 a.m. with a hangover. The dinner ladies hiss,don’t let Cook see you minging. By lunchtime, my skull feels like a cracked egg. The kids a year abovewolf whistle me in the dinner queue.I slop mince & onion onto their dinner trays. … Continue reading School Placement

            Mark Granier How many times can I praisesunlight on water, on stone,tiny or great absences andthe modest elbow room a poemmakes for itself? SometimesI wonder if I fell into the wrongpreoccupation, being moredaydreamer than thinker,a tinkerer of thoughtsslipping their own knots,a boy halfway up the stairs,stopped by an odd cloudin the landing window,who has long … Continue reading The Themes

            Ellora Sutton The dirt track is coughing up horses,making sunsets of their steaming bodies. I scuff a nectarine on my brown jacket.  I have failed in my errand to fetch milk but this doesn’t taste like failure.  I have a papercut so devout, it could be a miniature of Christ’s side-wound. Nectarine juice glazes over it like … Continue reading Like Jack Sent to Sell His Cow, I Got Distracted by Something Better or the Promise of Something Better

            Adam Panichi Take a look at a Michelangelo, the one with God in a bath,God letting the water out, or putting the plug back in, God in a bathhouse with hot bathmates.We shared a room once.  Five years ago, when I slept in your bed with your husband,kissed him first, I didn’t mean to stay, I promiseas if … Continue reading God in a Bathhouse