Clive Donovan

      The Guided Tour They are nothing but casual tourists, ambling, with their ice-creams and stapled pamphlets, happily careless of the wretched history attached to these ancient barracks; charred flesh and fractured bones, the lingering stink of...

Golnoosh Nour

      Blood Days Break all our delicate cups, my love Shatter their bleeding flowers like you shattered us. I don’t mind; because I was that bad kid, the best student at the back of the class sleeplessly studying stoplessly for all the exams, writing...

Martyn Crucefix

      Beside the artist’s pool Small birds brink the garden hedge its glossy tall green no shady barrier more a plaything to rise up and over their gaze wedded to the pool’s eye where they execute one dip-up motion the pool crying its lyric of white and...

Colin Crewdson

      The Road to Kars Mevlana, or Rumi, Sufi poet and mystic, 1207-1273 spent much of his life in Turkey, where his tomb is still revered. Mevlana’s poems are also set to music. We’ve tried every trick. Gathered around the guts, black tubing,...