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Ryan O’Neill

      Slow walk /        in bits Where can we go on holidays this year,and when will we get a house if you're away for two years,and now you're crying,and it’s £4 to park for the day here,and it was dry when we started now we're soaked,and I guess this...

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Jonathan Edis

The Days of Our Girls I can't look at you or make my peace with you now but you are the sun casting a shadow of me across the days of our girls     Jonathan Edis is a dad, lecturer & osteopath in London. He’s in several poetry groups & a rep for...

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Anna Vercambre

      How many handfuls of mush today? On a good day it’s 13, on a bad day it’s more like 79. Shall we build you out of cardboard? Shall we build you out of tin cans? Maybe tin cans would be more durable. Last time the cardboard got wet. You are no less...

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Welcome Sofía Masondo, our New Editing Intern

Offals The flavours of home are off-putting. Offals, glands, chitterlings; this last one, we call chinchulínes, my favourite. I always liked the name, the word’s aftertaste greasy like a swallow flying to better places leaving the ovenbird behind to build its...

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Sue Johns

      Old Growth His wife heeds risk from a distance. For country dwellers the strains of a chainsaw are seldom an annoyance, unless too close at hand, they affirm a place amongst birdsong. To keep an engine thrumming, to perform the perfect cleft how...

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Paul Stephenson

      The Conversation It’s been quite a while now and… You know we get on like a house… August twelfth, a year ago, can you… I bet you thank your lucky… Things have evolved, haven’t… Can you believe we’re both still… You know how in Prague when… Did...

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Scott C. Holstad

      Surviving Six Shooter I was sent from the Glendale jail down to the L.A. Twin Towers, the Los Angeles County Jail for those with medicinal needs. I was Bipolar and on 14 prescription meds including two strong anti-psychotics. LAC was the only...

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Hannah Linden

      Agnosthesia for MH She gives me a word to look up in a dictionary of obscure sorrows. I, who try to decipher echoes from other people’s reaction to my words throw down a bucket into the well recognise water when people tell me how sad––how...

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Rebecca Klassen

      Liana 1)      Liana vines are rooted in the earth and use trees to climb towards the canopy. Mum sews in her armchair, the embroidery hoop in one hand like a tambourine as she plays it with cotton, the needle’s tempo remaining steady when Dad gets...

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Nelly Bryce

      Longing After Hafiz Longing curls its legs up on the sofa in our house. There’s a dip there now. How I long to turn us into a day trip. You belong in that chair over there asking what happened with that text and where I bought this jumper, whether...

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Cameron Tricker

      Mercurial Mornings See the local estate agent crooks Ten a penny Smoking their rollies, washed down with protein Pigeons with emerald necks Mealworm toes Clucking ‘round bins Unfazed by the likes of you Or me Taxi drivers Caffeinated Menagerie of...

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Elizabeth Osmond

      Doctors in difficulty after Helen Mort A trainee in difficulty is one whose progress is causing concern or who is not meeting curricular requirements. This may be due to ill health, life events, difficulties with learning or through less than...

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Jay Whittaker 

      My early days with junk food When we got home from junior school, Mum was still working. We would go to the cupboard where multi-packs of Fine Fare’s basic crisps were sorted into old shoe boxes, one for each child. Although Mum said those should...

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Kate Maxwell

      Lightheaded Sick of steadying the base of the ladder while you ascend to fix or fell sculpting, tweaking real and here when mostly I feel hardly real and hardly here. I’d rather be inside pretending I’m not pretending commentary inside my head is...

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Jim Murdoch

      In the Event of [        ] Read Poem Most things have their uses, some have value or worth and a rare few acquire some purpose and even meaning. Some things we hold in trust, some we forget we even own and then there’re those items we hang onto...

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