Julian Bishop

      The Last Days Of The Giraffe She stared down from her beige towerblock onto an alien plain: zig-zag of roofs, wingless cranes, zebra crossings and a sea of litter – the new neighbours behaved like bushpigs. Once she used to hoof it down the...
The Air We Held Between Us by T.S. IDIOT

The Air We Held Between Us by T.S. IDIOT

WARNING: FLICKERING IMAGES     The Air We Held Between Us  last time i was here, you were too and that used to hurt this hope for something solid, slowly disappearing. but i’m ok, now and i hope you are too. i really hope you’re happy, that...

Tom Kelly

      When they go they will still text you give an unexpected call keeping it brief, before a meeting but the phone is dead and it is the first time I have used that word. You will still shout up the stairs ring the bell there is no-one there key...
Ra Sh reviews Sanjeev Sethi’s  Wee Book ‘Bleb’

Ra Sh reviews Sanjeev Sethi’s Wee Book ‘Bleb’

  In just 31 wee poems of 10 lines each, Sanjeev Sethi, an Indian poet, creates a monumental work of grace from raw feelings. The themes are all too familiar, but the little chambers they reside in are unique. Heavy furniture goes out of the window as rooms are...

Hiba Heba

      Cloudage I see you. Like me, you’re misshapen; a swamp in a dwelling. We merge; a suture quivers through us, the way nightmares take long strides on still waters. We’re camping under the mellow lilts of our alibi; the breath checks out.  ...