Hannah Linden

      Humanoid I was cutlery left out in the rain, rusty by morning, a side-slipping fiddlestick desperate for music, starved for company. You were a knockoff  BOGOF version of a briny punk with a commitment phobia permanently out of your habitat and...

Eve Chancellor

      Kafkaesque Imagine waking up one day and discovering that you are a horse. At first, you might not believe it and think you are dreaming. Gradually, you would come to realise and go, hahaha! Oh my god! A horse? You would look down at this body...

Ananya S Guha

      Halting Dreams The leaves are growing out of a harangue of loneliness palms cupped I listen to silences of winter or summers and unmask faces caught in tangle of storm, the history of what was not written or recorded in books, time’s erasure in...

Peter Leight

    Instead of Dying I’m Taking a Trip to Kansas where the light appears as if walking through a gate in the air opening the gate and walking in together with eleven varieties of sunflowers including the common one you don’t need to sprinkle the seed in...

Daniel Cartwright-Chaouki

      The Lean-to Glasshouse Its timber frame held together by the waste of its own decay The rot a kind of glue undisturbed Cracked panes of glass hold their fractures still Hearts tongue ferns grow beneath the dripping tap And at the end in the damp...

Robert A. Cozzi

      Unsent Dear Gregory, How’s “James Dean” doing? I had a feeling our little stunt would work. I knew the second he saw us kiss, he’d come running back to you (you’re welcome, by the way). It’s kind of sweet how much effort he puts into that...