Dennis Tomlinson

      A Life Where are the aunts of yesteryear? Where are the moles under Granny’s lawn? Where are the pickled frogs and locusts? Where are the lizards, where the kiss on the banks of the Moselle? Where is the Wall behind the Brandenburg Gate? Where is...

Patrick Wright

      SEVERANCE After Aisha Khalid I hear it’s rather like a firewall         that was Swedenborg & here is                                                            the womb where Mozart                                                      can’t...

VJ René

      SELECT BODIES   We didn’t say it coming. Preoccupied  By interchangeable analogies (the jasmine Blossom burdening the Avenues, plus several other factors)  We walked to the library, anxiously Equipped. The afternoon  Swung on its tender,...

Laura Gibbs

      Daffodils  Smarmy cunts. Hiding from me, in chattering spheres, year-round spectres of a season delayed. Budding in a darkness unknown – I will remember numbness. A yellow that melts, butter upon frost, their smooth openings jar in the...

Rachel Bruce

      Snowdrops I remember you from my crayon days. Clung about the tree like children to a maypole, you held green secrets close, the magic of the changing seasons folded in your petals. In the months before my mother died I anticipated you with...