Colin Pink

      Relics’ Requiem Behind glass, resting now, as after a long journey, putting their feet up, the relics are checked in to the cathedral treasury like so many tourists in a mid-range hotel. Formerly they were carted from place to place like family...

Caleb Femi

    Rose of Jericho I am waiting for water; do not blame my Father though he made me a curling spine of dried roots. In a home not built for foliage he did his fatherly duty to pass on only what is necessary to survive. The night I thought I became a man he...

Peter Watkins

    The pursuit of the absolute It emerges then disappears again; it come and goes; it’s there and then elusively it slips away again. Fuck it. FUCK IT! It is impossible you say, head in hands. It cannot be done. Nothing is ever finished, you’d need a...