Nastia Svarevska

      don’t watch your mouth you were cold so i moved closer hungry for more your hands under my striped jumper that still smells of my mum silently stripping for you dancing the outline of your broken voice call me when you need me but i dropped my...

Gregory Kearns

      Archive of a friend’s tenderness For Luke You made red velvet cupcakes to mark some minor victory of mine. Without the egg and dairy, you compensated with sugar and I think I’m still high off it now. Though you find yourself too ill to practice...

Rachel Spence

      Haiku Calendar January, fear Like a preacher, elsewhered, dubbed To a moonbeam howl February – wolf Lopes across rock-snarled borders Inhuman stone tongue March – willow-wand faith Unbridled, even tonight As the mouse roars by April –...

Frank Dullaghan

      The Big Outside For Ellis b 1/2/21 In the beginning there is light and the soft rhythmic boom of the dark stops. I open my mouth and become hunger. I call out and create a mother. Wherever I look, I bring the world into being. I make a man and a...