An Easter piece by Chris Major

Easter Piece Naaaaah,it's not for me.You go ifyou want to,another 'tourist'swelling the faithful few.I hate this weekend,these 3 days:the TV,the papers,you can't bloodyescape it.Chicks 'n' chocolate,that's fine,why spoil itwith...

Butterfly Women by Phuoc-Tan Diep

Butterfly WomenFalling rain freezes and shatters on hardened skin, spreading shards of cold. The sky morphs from seraph blue to the dark red of prostitution. Black leather encases her as she huddles in shadow with hail shouting out her presence. The Collectors are out...

Two poems by April-May March

Turisas Blue murder uncoveredby tentacles preaching through phone linesand women who dance like Fred Astaire.Spin the roulette wheeland hope for the best There is more to life then starvingto collapsefor a malnourished waistlineas you waste away in a...

High by Padrika Tarrant

HighFor today, if you like, I'll be a girl.  I'll have two hands for you, and, let me see, I'll have brown hair, long hair that isn't brushed and flicks into my eyes unless I hold my head to the side.  If it makes you happy then I'll be...