Gail Webb

    How To Remain Human This Year     We give a throwaway kiss to strangers, to see New Year in. We plant the seed with hope it will grow, form fruit, to feed us. We put a pound in the tin or a direct debit for life. We dispense sympathy,...

Valentine Jones

CANNIBALISE THE CORRUPTION, I GUESS Ok? Everyone’s dying. You’re not special. You’ve a Tree in your stomach, Splitting the roof of your mouth, Leaves curled around teeth, and your skull Cracking like an ancient castle? Nothing I haven’t seen...

Amanda Coleman White

      Lockdown       Seven turkey vultures with grasping fingers, their feathers splayed wide along a black fence, the day after I veer around yellow tape and red lights, the news of children murdered once again, every ten days more death...

Kelli Lage

      Dead of Winter   Someday I’ll be gray and not white. Just like blonde was prettier on the playground, white is the bride of winter. Gray makes the dead sick. If my inner child is kidnapped, I’ll freeze my nightmares to that ole pole. I don’t...

Shamik Banerjee

    A Rumination   With ginger chai, lounged in the balcony, Revisiting the years she and her spouse Endeavoured for a better, self-owned house, She takes a breath of content, finally. But why is there no lustre in her eyes? Nostalgia? This cannot be...

Benedicta Norell

      Questions     We were always in the car that year the price of having a nice house in a nice area get in get in it’s time to go where are we going our friends the supermarket the cinema the mall just for a drive between banks of jaded...