Millie Light

      Ballet audition Bent, a teapot, arthritic neck its handle, lips protruding from the spout she’s irked because I fail to retain the enchaînements. She sees a lazy teen – she doesn’t see a girl walking London each night, imagining death more...

Christine Eales

      shallow breathing the pulse of the moon haunts me still * how heavy the scent of rain longing for home * between clouds the blue notes of a skylark * past midnight she rocks her new doll to sleep     Christine Eales lives in Surrey, UK....

Robert Hirschfield

      Automat Chicken sandwich widow in a cave Edward Hopper edible so lonely it wants to bite off a piece of itself and eat it. * Nothing More To Say The stout aunt says,  His coffin is small.  He was small. Heaping upon him her scoop of dirt.  ...

Sally St Clair

    The Road Our father taught us kindness, bringing home speechless men to sit watchfully at the table, their wild hair and swollen fingers mysterious on the white damask, staring as our father gestured with the family silver, leaning in towards the...