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Kayleigh Jayshree reviews Makeover by Laurie Bolger

  Makeover by Laurie Bolger is a sizzling, dissolving snapshot. It’s a sticky but persistent moment in time. Laurie Bolger is a talented poet and narrator, with clear strengths in imagistic and narrative writing. Her work reminds me of Cecilia Knapp, Rachel Long,...

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Mimi Kunz

        Mimi Kunz is a visual artist and poet who lives in Brussels. Her work appeared in Hedgerow, a journal of small poems, La Piccioletta Barca, Ellipsis, MoonPark Review and elsewhere. More...

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Clare Currie on Mother’s Day

      After learning about the maternal instincts of seals, I took to listing postpartum offensives a hen pecks a king cobra a wildebeest confronts a cheetah five lions are attacked by a ballistic giraffe a monitor lizard suffers a wild pig bite a...

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Charlie Hill

      Nowhere to run to What was he running from? Well what have you got: the blood-soaked news of course, theme parks, leaf blowers, HR, but also the language that had somehow begun to seem more violent, more violently banal, more unfit for purpose...

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Kayleigh Jayshree

https://youtu.be/_Z7fcrHxVrA https://youtu.be/_Z7fcrHxVrA     Seaglass, Flint and Jasper Never doing things by half, or in order, seaglass for the colour of her eyes, flint for the man who builds furniture to fit her poetry, they ran to catch the last bit of...

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Jane Wilkinson on International Women’s Day

      Queen Conch My spirit animal is a sovereign sea snail. A part-time anchoress, anchored to her cell. Mindful custodian of the tender parts. Chapel of the heart, where fragility is treasured. I distil to flesh and shell. A starfish clambers aboard...

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Kayleigh Kitt

      Licensing Applications received at the Local Council for Permission for Community Events Henry leafed through the applications on his desk, sighed, picking up the first one. * Application no. 56/438/b Activity/Description: Cheese rolling.  A large...

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Today, 6th March, is Ghana’s Independence Day. We are behind Kobi Essah Ayensuo, our new Editing Intern, as they and many others gather to protest against the country’s anti-LGBTQ+ bill. Read their poem connected to this subject, ‘The Year of Return’, here.

  The Year of Return In 1962, 5th year of Ghana’s birth, 2 MP’s fail to assassinate President Kwame Nkrumah who shouts “Long live African independence!”, Kojo Besia stay in hiding, whilst Grandmother stands still, lengthy, sturdy. Beehive combed and poofy holding...

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Jenny Moroney

      Buildings Clogged heavens the aeroplanes criss-cross through what was imagined there and in a far way land someone is capturing a landmark on their phone. From crumbling mountains masses in multitude trundle towards cities where we look to which...

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Marc Janssen

      At the Limit after Tympan by Jacques Derrida Took a needle to a dictionary. It dispersed like confetti Iron and shackles drifting away on air Leaden engraved words set alight Stuck a needle in a dictionary, And found a limit. A moment. A second. A...

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Edward Vanderpump

      Found text from: The Spoken Arabic of Iraq  (American Mission, Basrah 1917) Lesson 1. The Ship Goes Against the Water Why do you speak against me? If you wish to learn Arabic you must live among the Arabs. There are soldiers all around the town. I...

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Glenn Hubbard

      Seacoalers.  Lynemouth.   1985. A novel harvest of the seashore (Caught By The Camera. No. 27. 1935) Around the hooves of the blinkered horse the sea recedes with a zishhhhhhhhhhh. The cart stands axle deep in seething water. The blade emerges...

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Kushal Poddar

      Remember Nirvana? Nevermind The child resurfaces. The morning has no colour yet. Some smoke signals sketch a message of constant and calm distress. A neighbour see the child first. It toddles, skids and falls on the dew wet street. The child...

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Philip Rösel Baker

      Grieg, the Pianist and the Listener Troldhaugen, Norway Her fingers lightly assertive, she searches out meaning, concealed on the stave, feeling his music’s contours, the way a breeze explores the scribbled score of a rock-strewn escarpment, a...

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Francesca Brooks

  To Sleep To sleep well the body must start embellishing decorated sheets pots too, and postcards painted gilded gleaming     Francesca Brooks is a writer and researcher, living in Manchester and working at the University of York. Francesca’s poetry...

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LGBT Feature with Jaime Lock and Simon Maddrell

  Jaime Lock is a poet from the Isles of Scilly. They have poems published by fourteen poems, Under the Radar, Signal House Edition, Broken Sleep Books and others. Simon Maddrell has appeared in AMBIT, The Moth, The Rialto, Poetry Wales, Stand, Under the Radar...

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