Angeliki Ampelogianni

  Eating figs on the bathroom floor         on marble tiles bird like I am a pin measuring drops in the toilet bowl disembogued into this locked space with depressions of earth staring at me the bathroom keeps the history of my enclosures fake windows chewing up...

A W Earl

  Doors My parents’ house became a place of closed white doors, where sound hung spare and echoes found no junk or clutter to rest themselves upon. You move quietly, in a house like that, learn side-feet, stop-breath, corner-pause, learn to turn reverberating...
M.P. Pratheesh

M.P. Pratheesh

Reading Materials We shadows of distant meteors too   M.P. Pratheesh is an Indian poet-artist. His works can be found at various places including  Modern Poetry in Translation, Portside Review, Almost island, RIC journal,  Indian Literature and elsewhere. His...

Finola Scott

      Homecoming Winter dusk soughs in, dark clouds threaten, tangle her wool. She sets down his heavy gansy, the jumper finished at last. A memory, that memory, sharp as now, catches her. Him so handsome on the shore that night, her so forgetful...

Huw Gwynn-Jones

      Black on Black Black is the colour inside      black light   on blackened brick and slats       coaldust  and creosote     those sightless eyes     black as his  coalman’s  vest  and   grimy    coalbent back deep in a shed where he stacks cold...