Rizwan Akhtar

  Birds for you They scrape and bill for answers I peck evenings for small words finches and robins temper tones They don’t flutter against my desires Or rise from foggy halos like sentences blurring intentions only stare my doubts with little eyes over ponds of...

Reuben Woolley

time songs 1. night is unstable sometimes it rolls over you in the dark & flattens a secret population this thing this incessancy is a traitor.it counts to twenty-four & starts again 2 there is no time counting i’m slowly becoming dead like all the others hung...

Tom Montag

  Is Is what it is. This is not symbol. I am not moving ideas about these lines. The birds speak truth to the wind as plain as they can. It does not mean something else. It is what they say it is. Don’t look for any- thing more.        ...

Andrew Turner

      The wolves were not invited but they came regardless their manners were dreadful never cleaning between their claws after meals or their teeth at bedtime but they displayed a certain charm when finally agreeing to leave placing a single golden...

Fiona Larkin

  Lotus Garden In a shifting drift of regulars and strangers, in a passing place of daily alchemy, a cook is orchestrating a fivefold composition: a stirring of the tastebuds, a flavour carousel, a virtuoso matching of salt and sour-sweet, piquant in the top...