Geraldine Green

    Green geese   Last night   I couldn’t sleep so I painted geese not just any geese but green ones    flying over me heading   for the moon hanging low   over Skiddaw full   and   round   and   silver a speckled-back mirror.   I could see  ...

Sarah Kelly

  Sarah Kelly (1985) is currently living in Argentina. Her poetry can be found in the chapbooks locklines and Ways of Describing Cuts (Knivesforksandspoons Press), Better than Language Anthology (Ganzfeld Press), The Salzberg Review, QUID, two poetic...

Seán Hewitt

      My Twin Brother: Or, Coming Out   He was the one with all the girls. He brought them home in droves and they lay on the bed, their quiet minds like lungs, emptying and filling. At school, they taught me how to live like him, how to wear his...

Laura Elizabeth Woollett

      Baptism I do not want to be born anew I do not want to be washed clean Stepping past the broken reeds my toes are curled my path is silt I will not be reborn Rude warmth of freshwater jellyfishes my gown I swell with the shame of pissed-in...