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      Yours truly, If only my tongue were context then my teeth would be meaning and when I opened my mouth to eat I would find a story there each time. The one of the blue boy whose mother fed all the out-of-work-actors in the neighborhood but never...

      Municipal Pool That particular, chemical clarity, sun into blue, ripples on the ceiling. Rare days when water rests between the ropes, unbroken and the lifeguard dreams by the open door. You slip in then, quiet, smooth - thinking otter, thinking...

      Bulk I suppose this beautiful bright dawn is the sky trying to offset the wild gusts of last night like a rescue mission. We still don’t get what we thought we’d got. I suppose our serial wrangling to solve the weather we’ve caused is even more...

      Her Mother Quizzes Her About Fruit She says, Yes, I’ve tasted pomegranates and I know what they do. The sense of vertigo: happily dizzy at first, as if you’ve downed a bottle of Shiraz or Merlot. You live by night, dress like a Goth; dark bars and...

      With Grandad gone I had the back of the car to myself, listed the seven counties Dad drove us through every year, three of us boxed on the leather seats. How did we get there, all in one day? Under the gear stick, tarmac in view, open to puddles...

Father wound My sister’s father wound is the flush cut on the bark where she lost her foothold and fell, the trunk burning red between her thighs all the way down the tree to the ground. It happened in the fatherland where the sky is a rock of shale grey covered with...

  Waiting Room, Ward 5b Half five. The sky thickens to darkness through the grime on the tall windows, the claw marks of rain. Someone whistles in the corridor. The drinks machine hums ceaselessly. The TV bracket is an empty gibbet, a bookcase has only a...

  Cell Division Something is pulling at my T-shirt. Something is holding my hand. I can feel it walking beside me. It almost trips me up as its steps cross over with mine. Parked cars squeeze us against the hedge. I have to tread carefully holding my bag out at...

  Club Hydra   Vasiliki Albedo's poems have appeared in The Poetry Review, Poetry London, Oxford Poetry, The London Magazine, Poetry Wales, Magma, The Rialto, and elsewhere. She won the 2023 Hammond House International Literary Prize and the Poetry Society's...

    Sue Burge’s two poetry collections are: In the Kingdom of Shadows and Confetti Dancers (Live Canon).  Lumière and The Saltwater Diaries, both pamphlets, are published by Hedgehog Poetry Press.  Her third collection, The Artificial Parisienne, is...

Daphne (It is predicted that by 2050 there will be at least one green autotropic person on Earth) She came with a label tied to her toe: “Daphne”. An ordinary cadaver, but young, too young for an early death – her beauty subdued – yet it made us gasp, her flared hips,...

The temple at nightfall Patrick Williamson's recent poetry collections include Presenza (Samuele Editore). Here and Now and Take a deep look (Cyberwit.net). Editor/translator of Turn your back on the night (The Antonym) and The Parley Tree, Poets from French-speaking...

Herpetology Often, my worries are frog-shaped, flexed flippers flashing through vanishing ripple reflections. Poisonous green thoughts. The amphibious twisting of double-state catastrophising. I have perfected the art of doing nothing, looking busy and helping no one....