Sarah Dunne's 'Eastertide'

EastertideThe day he rose from the dead, who’d have thought that your headwould crack like an egg on the floorand all the doctors and nurses couldn’t put you back together.So clever, you travelled through timeand woke me to say goodbye.Now there’s a big village gap...

Words by Max Wallis, Image by Agnesbic

Allow yourself this one dayhungover from love. To sit in your sad cocoonbed-lain on lemon bon bon sheets and sick with ache,cuddling your bones. Let the day roll into night.Do not fret about the red numbers in your account,about deadlines and business worries; pick up...

Pat Borthwick's 'Katya'

KatyaNot of my own choosingdo my paps darken like muzzles.My belly slowly swells.I cannot see my valley now.I crave for lassibut they bring us rusty waterin the bottom of a can.They come and come,day, night, day,unbuttoning as the door slaps against the stucco.They...