New poetry by Kerry Hudson

An Economy of LettersAfter the phone call my heart turned to blackened honeycomb. With every sore beat it rained Chernobyl snow down on soft unprepared insides.Breathe became a baby.Struggling for enough air to scream out the indignity of helplessness.Loss. Fuck.F o u...

Tola Ositelu is feeling confident

ConfidenceIt runs ahead of me, makes an announcementAnd gives a full descriptionOf who I will beIn the years to comeAnd I’m still trying to catch My breathI wish I could keep up With my confidenceFall into step and run alongsideInstead it delights in Sprinting ahead...

Short cuts by Nigel Pickard and Dianne Feaver

Shearing PenIf we don't sheer the woolly buggersthey will bleat themselves to deathand standing in the pen,we blather on about ituntil they do.* Dianne Feaver lives in Canada, she's been writing about for 20-ish years and says she prefers formal rhyme but...

Ten new poems by Frank Praeger

And All the BestFalse teeth, filled platters, diffident brides derided.Summer or was it fall come and gone. Halitosis appeared but no one was identified.The smartness of narrative was never more apparent.A lovely quality to applause;cheek to cheekdancers wink,toes...