by Prerana Kumar | Apr 24, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
peter lacy you beg me to saturate you like oxygen in a hyperbaric chamber just a whiff of torso a lungful of animalic notes my bones smell smoky & powdery against yours don’t magnetise yourself I prefer you smaller than a nail...
by Prerana Kumar | Apr 23, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
When an albatross crash-lands in a dream Long ago I saw an albatross fly head-first into a dream so fast so hard it penetrated half a mile deep. Inside the crater a wreckage of feather and bone remains which over millennia became this fossilised...
by Prerana Kumar | Apr 22, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
Post The days that follow, we both receive from you a letter. Jane’s was waiting in a bleary mailbox shuttered with snow, having crossed westbound while she hurried east. You couldn’t wait for spring. Mine was older, slipped with a tenner in an...
by Prerana Kumar | Apr 21, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
Gentrification Remember when hell was a thing? You could look it up in Dante, or better still in a history book you could extrapolate from The Geneva Convention. Remind me the tell you the story of the middle manager who unironically, referred to...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 20, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
Lost is the Story Everyone loses their time at the same rapid speed—it’s like flying shrapnel, or a quickly strobing light. We’re all moving into another life, another dying. The oceans feel it too— and every tree churns quietly in its center with...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 19, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
Mrs Hitchcock Takes a Bath I’m not so sure about showers — if you must know it’s the sound how it rushes, pounding, drowning everything and, dear, sometimes — I know it’s probably only the pipes — but sometimes it screams so I’ll just take a bath...
