by Noren Haq | Dec 13, 2021 | Issue #3, Issues
I will embroider us together, into every secret seamturn the bedsheet inside outand leave it to fade to dust in the spare room.A surprise for when I’m gone.And then you will seeHow we were made and unmade and could never be undone.And you will knowHow much you were...
by maoglone | Dec 13, 2021 | Issue #3, Issues
Michael Black I gave them a vial of my blood,inside the small room.It was lost by the analyser.Whilstwe need a blood democracy hothouse,for now, it remains my blood.I let it be tested again and again. Michael Black is finishing a PhD at the University of Glasgow. He...
by Julia Ruth Smith | Dec 13, 2021 | Issue #3, Issues
Once I ran away from homeUntil my children cried out;They said the cupboard was bare.I opened my chest and showed them,Now they know there’s nothing there. Julia Ruth Smith is a teacher who lives by the sea in the South of Italy. She swims, writes, gets over-emotional...
by maoglone | Dec 13, 2021 | Issue #3, Issues
Stephen Kingsnorth My title, Jude, you understand?If but a hardy soul, you should.Perhaps my verse is not your spacebut yours the access – trace my mind.Why can you not hear what I voiceand, taken plunge, still get it wrong?I’ll write, gazing in crystal ball -if...
by Jen Schneider | Dec 13, 2021 | Issue #3, Issues
as a child i collect rocks. barefoot on gravel paths. peony pink paint on toenails. glitter specks and spectacles. my fingers move mountains as i dig for rocks of many shades. and many moons. underfoot. shards of glass. glasses always half full, eclipses always half...
by maoglone | Dec 13, 2021 | Issue #3, Issues
Jay Fraser Pulse-paced, shifting likeOil on glass; greased rainbow memoryAnd glistering sub-recollectionA wavering reproduction (shaking)Held up to hear (to inspect the sound)And know (once-heard aural death)To be (Passed from this world to haunt) Jay Fraser is a...
