Bel Wallace

      The Minotaur Oh me! This whiteness of my skin and hair in the sick light which seeps into my prison This tufted tail my distal siblings mocked before I was pulled from my mother’s pumping breast (my mother, who loved me) Her shrieks resound down...

Stephen Keeler

      Something about this   Something about arriving somewhere new just as afternoon is leaving something about parking in the market square set out with tubs of civic planting and stepping out across the space looking for the narrow lane frothed with...
Giulio R.M. Maffii

Giulio R.M. Maffii

1 There is one wondering what he will do he asks himself after passing a sliding door the bus stop in the rush hour in front of the perspective line of a suburban avenue he asks himself in front of an apple of a dying father at the cut inflicted by a mad god from a...

Geraldine Stoneham

      Variable South East Wet rocks and tree roots on the descent make me afraid of falling— feet and heart are focused on rescue. The silence and peace of this place creeps through on birdsong. Grainy morning light clears slowly across the valley. As...