Rebecca Sandeman

    Epoch And I can’t can’t do the 7:45 wetness on the bathroom floor anymore I step in it And my socks are sad on the way to work. Conduit Road is more miserable having items which weep unexpectedly. I’m sorry that I break once every 28 days. It’s an...

Caleb Femi

    Rose of Jericho I am waiting for water; do not blame my Father though he made me a curling spine of dried roots. In a home not built for foliage he did his fatherly duty to pass on only what is necessary to survive. The night I thought I became a man he...

Peter Watkins

    The pursuit of the absolute It emerges then disappears again; it come and goes; it’s there and then elusively it slips away again. Fuck it. FUCK IT! It is impossible you say, head in hands. It cannot be done. Nothing is ever finished, you’d need a...

Paul Grant

    There is something more Mostly now I want to Slit the throat Of every sunset Then stroke its cheap bleached hair And tell it Everything will be ok Sometimes This sadness is So sweet That all you can do Is smile As the tingle Moves all through you As you...