Robbed by Chris Major

Robbed There is a constantprocession of cars. Mourners bring flowersand teddy bears,football shirts and photosto personalise each plot.Simple crosses showthe many youngtaken prematurely,when Heavensmash 'n' grabbed,left shattered...

Three poems by Dave Migman

Spiral the rockis gonethe groundsweptclean under. the waitis longthe clocksweeps slowly around our faces. – – – – – – – – – Homage to Mountain sickle back mountain white bonered flesh parting...

New prose by PT Diep

Night nemesisThe sound of birds herald the silk of night as it comes to rest on my skin, sticking like memories of lies laid down with good intentions. Sounds of day crawl back into nests and recede into caves. The sun's second-hand light provides no heat –...

Three poems by Michael Lee Johnson

NikkiWatching dovespeck away,all day long ata full bowlof mixed seeds,out on the balcony –the cat curlsup on the sofa,after a meagermeal of house flies –and dreams ofsparrows withwide soaringwings. – – – – – – – –...