Barbara Cumbers

      Because you’ve never seen one, you ask me about stag beetles What can I tell you now that they’re so rare? Every childhood May or June they came at dawn and dusk, mostly in ones and twos, sometimes formation clouds buzzing, black belly-drop, fuzzy...

Christopher Barnes

      ALMANACS 21. Your optics’ fuzz is merciful. Value speckles on mirrors. Above par days have routed. Profess want of upset – Grizzled hairs invade, marauding. 24. Festoon pine ’til glitzy. Shroud bounty in vivid overlays. Letterbox cards...

L Kiew

      April again and wet what did she say about the         moon?         a whisper to wane rotting into feathers                     didn’t want to play the game where one fucks           bereft       to a       repeated tune night brims              ...
Jane Salmons

Jane Salmons

Swan Song after David Lynch     a sownder of gliding swans white horses frothing in stardust exploding paper mice a cat bowing in soft-focus before a tassle of gloves a rustle of harps knowing applause misted by a lens     Jane Salmons lives in...

Jinny Fisher

      Containment I drive your lemon yellow Smart ForTwo six hundred miles home from your flat— stuffed to the roof, my suitcase crammed on top, your miniature car swells to welcome a pile of your leavings, rescued from Junk-It Ltd. house clearance:...