Vasiliki Albedo

      Our Country   Our house was a country my parents founded but none of us were citizens. Nights, the corridor’s iron gate was a border, locking us in our rooms. My mother was both state and warden. I wrapped a hair around my diary before leaving for...

Amanda Coleman White

      Sovereignty Taking on the role of battle goddess, I rush toward nightly war cries upstairs as offspring wrestle. I turn corvid, oil-slick wings hovering as laughter turns savage. Bruises blossom springlike; I can predict the outcome every time. A...

Gaynor Kane

      The Memory Bank i. Rows of multi-coloured tallboys, tarnished brass drawer-pull-handles like the waning gibbous moon. Hardwood needing a rub with wire wool and beeswax. A dispensary of memories – the ones you mine your mind for. Make withdrawals...
Someone Else’s War

Someone Else’s War

  Someone else’s war i.m Stephen Dunford The city is a distorted limb that didn’t grow this way. Crepe paper twisted, steel softened to liquorice. I never got to ask you. Do hares hide when bombs fall? When bayonets are thrust against the wind does the air...