Ys, Ys Yes, I am the seabirds washed inside-out, the stained-glass sea, yawning roofless walls. Yes, your calls ring straight to voicemails, you can barely hear my recording yapping over the waves. Yes, the proofer has vanished, his pen unable to underline typos yet my skin is littered with deaths. Yes, I timed out and … Continue reading ‘Ys, Ys’ by Claire Trévien
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‘The Fathoms’ by Sarah Fletcher
The Fathoms When I am caught within the eels of it, I remember more is known about the moon than the deepest parts of the ocean. This helps me make sense of it. One thousand fathoms down, brine scales everything. Salt scars hearts across the rocks. A date of birth. The other animals are mainly … Continue reading ‘The Fathoms’ by Sarah Fletcher
‘De-Extinction’ by Suzannah Evans
De-Extinction They re-animated the mammoth using ice-age DNA. Its mother was an elephant surrogate and this was hailed as such success that someone suggested we bring back everything we've ever lost and so the dwindling glaciers renewed themselves in the valleys like the puckered skin of scars and the return of archaeopteryx became a worry … Continue reading ‘De-Extinction’ by Suzannah Evans
‘Bonjour Tristesse’ by Roy Marshall
Draw the blind on roofs of vein-blue lead. Your heart will beat through spine, chest, nipple and neck, send dream down your vertebrae. Sleep, as morning sun founds an empire of shadow around the fountains of the Tuileries, a tide of shutters recede from patisseries, the canary’s eyes blink open on the balcony, a … Continue reading ‘Bonjour Tristesse’ by Roy Marshall
‘Wordslast’ by Stephen Daniels
Wordslast Now she shouted shutwindow Shutwindow now she shouted So I said windowshut Windowshut I said so Opendoor now please come in I said I said Please come in now opendoor Dooropen now she screamed at me Now at me she screamed dooropen Lockedgate She demanded now She demanded lockedgate now I replied gatelocked now … Continue reading ‘Wordslast’ by Stephen Daniels
Two poems by Cheryl Moskowitz
Nachteule She hasn’t seen you yet but she knows you are there – legend and the lady in the kitchen told her so. Besides, she heard you hooting on the first night razor sharp in the dark despite the muffle of sleep and possible dying. It’s a call she recognises like a mother who knows … Continue reading Two poems by Cheryl Moskowitz
‘Letter to my Mother’ by Katrina Naomi
Letter to my Mother You lie underneath him, a measure of mud between you. This was our final argument – his and mine – your husband/my step-father. I’m told of a double headstone, which I haven’t visited, since I held my niece’s hand, threw a lily and a tablespoon of chalky soil on your lid. … Continue reading ‘Letter to my Mother’ by Katrina Naomi
‘What my grandfather sees at 90’ by Catherine Ayres
What my grandfather sees at 90 Dawn in the boiler’s long sigh A misdirected piss in warm toes A broken cup in the taste of salt A daughter’s face in softness under his palms The afternoon sliced by a clock Donna’s smile in the smell of Silk Cut Forgotten shoes in a slap from the … Continue reading ‘What my grandfather sees at 90’ by Catherine Ayres
‘February’ by Tim Dooley
We walked back and forth from the library, preparing for some high leap: sunlight catching the tallest spume of the shopping centre fountain. Something we owe to the past made our elders stand, kneel and then sit in buildings warmed by a hope for something better. That monogrammed leather trunk we use to … Continue reading ‘February’ by Tim Dooley
Two poems by Peter Daniels
Regulars Tonight we go through to the small back room hung with wrestling posters, plastic vegetables and salami. It's cosy here, warm at least, away from the street. Nearer the kitchen, source of heat, food and argument; nearer the toilets. Catch a lime-scented disinfectant that sanctifies the smell of drains. Up there on a ceiling … Continue reading Two poems by Peter Daniels
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