Full Circle I stood and looked through the glass kitchen door panels into the living room, where our cat laid on its side. Vomit and faeces stained the grey carpet, and I cried. My brother cried too, and he was five, so my mother lied and said he’s sleeping. My mother scooped our cat into … Continue reading ‘Full Circle’ by Santino Prinzi
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‘Julep’ by Alex Bell
Julep Today it is too hot to touch a person. Things prickle. The grass is the fur of a warm-blooded animal. We walk into a bar and order juleps. It is a drink we associate with spells, with corset-headaches. I then prescribed her an emetic, some opening powders, and a mint julep. A man is … Continue reading ‘Julep’ by Alex Bell
‘Survivors’ by Charlotte Eichler
Our aunts drink tea for hours – they have no mirrors or clocks but each other’s faces tell the time. We wonder why their hands shake and rattle the cups in their saucers. We prowl the flat – the hallway dark with years of coats, the dining room with carpets on the walls. Each … Continue reading ‘Survivors’ by Charlotte Eichler
‘The Iron Children’ by Rachel Plummer
The Iron Children Along our street the iron children come, cast and wrought. The road rings like a struck cymbal below their clanging feet. For luck we clank our coins into their mouths, all dumb as metal, hear them rattle down and thrum the stainless engines deep inside each quick gullet. They flood the street … Continue reading ‘The Iron Children’ by Rachel Plummer
‘Willard Wigan’ by Mat Riches
Willard Wigan His miniature sculptures are like “passing a pin through a bubble without bursting it.” - Willard Wigan & “Ant-eye level art” - Maev Kennedy – Guardian 13.04.00 It can be like balancing an ocean liner on a granule of sugar. It’s like passing a pin through a bubble without bursting it. Well … Continue reading ‘Willard Wigan’ by Mat Riches
‘Initiation’ by Niall Firth
Initiation It’s 5pm and now, yes, the light is just right to catch the hubcaps, a shivery ginger glow spreading across the stubble to strike our Fiat at a lover's angle, like it did the Passat before it, the Saab from ‘98, right back to that Capri, sitting rakish, when this field was mantis-green with … Continue reading ‘Initiation’ by Niall Firth
‘Ogre’s Burrito’ by Jane Burn
Ogre's Burrito Parcelled in linen, a crack of smudged eye opens. Under-sheet in a claustrophobe, arms pinned, I am an ogre’s burrito. A salt-sweat salsa of the nights inappropriate dreaming stains me, soaks the bedding. Sour. I can smell myself – I feel basted, the musk of arousal as I split my welded legs apart. … Continue reading ‘Ogre’s Burrito’ by Jane Burn
‘silent summer’ by Robert Harper
silent summer the door slams shut / she’s gone at last / at last she’s gone / to school & / summer’s done // summer is done // and silence falls / it falls on the silence / that was there before // before she went / before she’d sit / alone she’d sit // … Continue reading ‘silent summer’ by Robert Harper
Two poems by Gill McEvoy
Derek Jarman’s Film “Blue” His silence now is blue. As if an artist drew a laden brush of paint from alder buds to reeds his mind and mouth and tongue are flushed by blue: the low-slung sky, the feathered seeds, the brook like navy slate beneath a moon, the tassels of phalaris plumes fused with … Continue reading Two poems by Gill McEvoy
Two poems by Kaddy Benyon
The Blue Hour This intense, clear pristine blue that in any other mind could be turquoise, aqua, a warm clear sea around a Grecian isle. Here, lodged just under the arctic, where temperatures quiver between untouched and ruined, this particular blue is of loss, absence; of warped and distorted reflection. This blue: my unasked for … Continue reading Two poems by Kaddy Benyon
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