Some ekphrasis from Padrika Tarrant

After Lartigue A voiceless yelping,the air like translucent tardog thrown in the pond. That sudden splash, likethe great wide world's end, the lungsburning, astounded. Muzzle in the airthat is green and damp as rot,and dusk is dropping.*Padrika...

Cynthia Ruth Lewis's 'Squares'

Squares  Not really, no—things weren't going too smoothly,I remember telling you this morningin the laundry room, the words stickingin my throat like lint in a trap, as I foldedand re-folded a rag into perfect squares,as if I could change the shape of...

Dan Wyke's 'Days of March'

Days of March1Cycling home from work, I followed a pink grapefruitrolling slowly down New England Road.It kept reappearing from under the cars queuing at the lights.At the bottom of the hill I turned right and lost sight of its progress.3I text you about vegetables...

Brian Johnstone's 'One for the Road'

One for the RoadThe headlights beam into the dark, illuminating silence the vehicle moves into,distant till it dopplers past, a fan of lightthat breaks upon a sky so full of starsit’s nothing but the swipe of usintruding for a moment on the pitch of nightmuch as a...

Kevin Ridgeway is in Times Square

Pacing Outside of a Hamburger Joint in Times Square When I was seventeen years oldI lived in my brother’s window sillover looking the George Washington Bridgeriding the trains and prowling the streets of the city,and on several of those nights I perfected my...