Robbed by Chris Major

Robbed There is a constantprocession of cars. Mourners bring flowersand teddy bears,football shirts and photosto personalise each plot.Simple crosses showthe many youngtaken prematurely,when Heavensmash 'n' grabbed,left shattered...

New haibun by Ray Rasmussen

My Very Own Beat SceneThe dimly lit basement room is full of poet wannabes, them dressed in second-hand scruff, me in coat and tie, just having delivered a lecture to a class of MBA students.First thought, what am I doing here? Answer: I am needed here to provide...

Three poems by Dave Migman

Spiral the rockis gonethe groundsweptclean under. the waitis longthe clocksweeps slowly around our faces. – – – – – – – – – Homage to Mountain sickle back mountain white bonered flesh parting...

New prose by PT Diep

Night nemesisThe sound of birds herald the silk of night as it comes to rest on my skin, sticking like memories of lies laid down with good intentions. Sounds of day crawl back into nests and recede into caves. The sun's second-hand light provides no heat –...