Moira McPartlin

      Riddles Outside the Berber tent the poet and I contemplate the boundless Sahara sky. And I wonder how I got here. No bedtime stories, children’s classics neglected, just weekly comics I learned to read myself. My curiosity deemed dangerous in...

Matthew James Friday

      Elegy for the Caught Fish I Over the Salem highway flies A bald eagle carrying a fish like a weed out of the Willamette. We totem our empires with the raptor, weave into flags, fix on coins but what of the victims? How come no one ever glories the...

Maria Sanger

      Number 13. The embrace of decay. The much anticipated collection of Dr Franz Bauer She stared at the many photographs of blackthorns. A cluster of people wandered past and gathered at the next easel, but her feet refused to budge from ‘Number 13’....

Ansuya Patel

      Venerate Her Husband’s Image As A God Think what it must have been like for her fasting from sunrise to moonrise, to wake up three hours before dawn, bathe, apply sindoor on the parting of her hair line, decorate her hands with henna, dress in a...
Lorraine Caputo

Lorraine Caputo

What’s In The Basket? (drawing text) I. What? I ask my self … Will I find the peace I so desire, the healing? (4 Jl 2021) II. No-one may see what is in that tightly woven basket – perhaps it is the moon, or perhaps ‘tis nothing (14 Mr 2021) III. Through the...