CROW by Gwilym Williams

CROW CROW flew just oncein a straight linethe hooded oneliving in my gardenstraight as a shoulder-fired missilebrought down the escaping harrierseen circling CROW-EMPIRErammed it side-onknocked it spinning out of the blue stunnedthe red bird fell...

Words that bleed by A.D.Winans

Words that bleedShe was the knife in thehands of Jack the Ripperin a heavy fog bankin a back alleyin old London Townslicing dicing her way through thecanvas of my heartShe was the pearl-handled revolverin the hands of Dillingerthat begged to be firedbut never got the...

When I was ten by Juliet Humphreys

When I was tenMum fell in love with Uncle Phil.She always said to me it didn't meanshe loved Dad less,only this time Dad found outand rammed Mum's pink plastic hairbrushdown his best mate's throat.        ***The day they let...

People with no heads – by Colin Cross

PEOPLE WITH NO HEADShe was an artistalthough he no longer paintedshe was a poetalthough she no longer wroteshe was also his modeland the mother of his six childrenwhom they raised togetherfor a while we were quite closebut then our pathstook different...

New poetry by David McLean

revenge of the hollow menhere we lean our headpiece against sweet oblivionand worship this dreamless kingdomwhere our eyes are closed against night'sloveless skyand morning's boringly dawning sunmourning the columns love erectedagainst our traced daysthe...