‘Villanelle to all my Wasted Flesh’ by Jane Burn

    This bed a purse of flame and I, a hot coin thrown to its tawny lickings lie, het suckle-pig, skin lachrymose with rendered tears, beast burned to its bone – I have squirmed my own grease on the sheet’s thirsty pone. I paid for my dreams, blazed a cruel ascension in this bed – a purse of flame and I, a hot coin … Continue reading ‘Villanelle to all my Wasted Flesh’ by Jane Burn

‘Silently, The Women Waited’ by Angela Carr

    The clocks ticked down, the men debated the Proclamation and celebrated while, silently, the women waited a hundred years to be placated, a body, sovereign, emancipated – the clocks ticked on, the men debated – and by the roadside Virgin, consecrated, and on ferry crossings, expediated, silently the women waited in convent laundries, incarcerated, their ‘fatherless’ children emigrated – the clocks ticked on … Continue reading ‘Silently, The Women Waited’ by Angela Carr