Donal Mahoney proposes…

Cats At Their Bowls Lapping This time there’s a postscript:“If ever I cook dinner for you,it will be Coquilles St. Jacquesand Jefferson Davis Pie.” Imagine Angela,after all these years,rising and glidingto check on my pie, wouldn’t that be...

Tess Jolly's 'The Hatch'

The Hatch  Each night I do the rounds, monitor hearts’ contractions  by lamplight’s gleam, press nerves down crumpled spines  and wrap skin round bones as paper holds a watermark’s ghost, graft cells onto glass-bound wings.I feed drops from a...

Ivor Murrell's 'Buttercup'

ButtercupThe boy was coaxed into the roomclad for the first timein his new school uniformnothing was saidthe heavy silence in the dim lightwarned of a new unknownleaden on the bedhis fearful eyes spokebut nothing else moved.After purposeful nudgingyoung lips sought...

Words and Image by Jim Davis

Hot Water Portrait: TranslationI said Reader, There’s romance in the article of how-to-burn-a-bush, of dusk with highway; trains. Let me explain how the pull-cord gesture damns the overpass. Orpheus reached for it, and it was gone. There is, are too distractions, pink...