Blood Work

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...

Jude

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...

temple-body

let me be a holy habitationwhere your spirit is sentand mine, to die an endless deathlet me be what makes the rain freezeturns ocean into iceand clouds into moving smoke. Sloane Angelou is a storyteller & writer of West African origin; passionate about learning of...

Flutter and Wow

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...

Ill (advised)

Everywhere I go I courtthe ambiguousamphibian atmosphere—the momentum of nostalgia—I remain unsteady—dizzy           from the breath of beauty,only incidentally free,marooned, unraveling.I no longer see your...