Two poems by April-May March

Turisas Blue murder uncoveredby tentacles preaching through phone linesand women who dance like Fred Astaire.Spin the roulette wheeland hope for the best There is more to life then starvingto collapsefor a malnourished waistlineas you waste away in a...

High by Padrika Tarrant

HighFor today, if you like, I'll be a girl.  I'll have two hands for you, and, let me see, I'll have brown hair, long hair that isn't brushed and flicks into my eyes unless I hold my head to the side.  If it makes you happy then I'll be...

Carpe Diem by Rosemary J Kind

Carpe DiemWho knows what their tomorrow holds?Why take the time to second guess?So easy letting now slip by,Taking from it rather less,Because our sights are firmly fixedUpon horizons far away,And not upon the next small step,Forwards. Onwards. Seize today.• Rosemary...

Words are as Wounds by Helen Dibble

The following two prose pieces are exerpts from a much larger piece Words are as Wounds, which retells the story of Lilith, Adam's mythological first wife. Continual references to the Bible, the power of the written word and the mystification of the unwritten...