Jean Taylor

    The Shape of the Gap I give you the gap in my body shaped like a conference pear. You might keep it in a silver box or else in your anorak pocket wrapped in a man-sized tissue. The surgeon who gave me the gap said I was looking down both barrels of a...

Megan O’Reilly

      15th of April   Saturday morning, I watch condensation drip down the window and steam rise from the brim of a blue coffee cup. Today marks a year since your death and I still sit at this same window, sip from a cup you gave me two Christmases ago....

Steve Xerri

      Self portrait : diptych I It will do, the Polaroid’s black- &-white : but a ground of sky-like azurite with aetatis suae XX lettered in gold would better suit this curly-head in starprint shirt, his life set permanently to May, cheek...

Stefan Parker

    Inside Your heart is a foot pedal on an airbed pumping away, as I feel your first kick at this late hour. My hand on the hillock; a creeper on a gravid marble sphere. Can you hear my voice inside that colloidal world? Was that a punch against the dark...