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      Changeling Away over the hills the girl’s father is shapeshifting - grown grey and yellow, wheezing against the pillow’s soft sink, feet that have polkaed and gavotted, tangoed and waltzed vaulting him now, into the submission of the couch. Across...

      the agony of the everyday that blue light these damp pavements will shine and move other people when you’re no longer a memory     p.a. morbid runs The Black Light Engine Room Press. Middlesbrough Historian & Outsider Artist. Married...

      Alphabets of the Human Heart in Languages of the World Ba-dumm, ba-dumm, bam-bam, bank bank, bum-búm, bum-búm, daṛak daṛak, deg-deg, dhuk-puk, doef doef, gup-gup, gup-gup, küt küt, lab-dab, pal-pal, pēng pēng, pil-pil, pilpiri-palpara,...

      the landlady  she moved into the living room so casually no one protested. it’s a chill household, she had said. I lived by it even as the first livid blotches of mould spread up the kitchen wall and death took residence on the couch. I could...

      dis)connecting do not disturb is a phone setting and a feeling as I set out the evening breeze biting my cheek is an invitation I walk until I remember how to find shapes in clouds until I can smell the sweat on my upper lip until I can really...

    Maungawhau Fed up with sitting dormant I shove my legs into compression tights double knot laces and leave the house for the first time in weeks. At the base of Mount Eden I muster the strength to move through its shadow. Pounding against the hard ground...

      Present Good love is not always easy.  It is driving rain and wind A small vessel in stormy seas Drowning Good love is not always hard.  It is melting chocolate in the sun A slow, languorous heat Rising Good love is not always certain. It is a...

      vii) spray paint                    (Canto from Larger work – PHYLACTERY) accidentally italian again nozzle flecked in tricolore borrowed back                 from the streets of bristol                 and new york grubbier somehow embossed with...

A Mother's Love: a contrapuntal Jade Prince is a 21 year old, recent BA English Literature with Creative Writing graduate. Over the last two years, she has fallen in love with constraint and experimental poetry. In particular, she enjoys pairing strange forms with...

      12.10 At precisely ten minutes past 12am, a poem was written. The location being less precise, we can say that somewhere on this, our dear planet, one poem was birthed. Pushed through crimson, through a prism of metaphor, through cranial channels...

      Timing I’m growing as slowly as             Pangea broke             apart invisibly, but                                                        Colossally I won’t be recognisable, save for the jagged                           edges of 2 lives...

      Topple The Statue On the statue of Henry Dundas on the column in St Andrews Square, Edinburgh It will fall Left Onto George Street It will crush 3 cars There will be no fatalities The column will lie for 300 years The buses will be redirected...

      Moongirl menstruates moongirl, plump and gibbous as a bee shiny pollen bleeding silver down her starwhite moongirl, shimmering gymnast each luminous clot a tumbling planet moongirl, astride basks in the glory of her deep silver moongirl,  whispers...

      body where does all the dirt come from? I’m scared my dentist will say something is wrong I’m into skincare now over the hump of acne years everyone tells me to drink more water even the girls who have never had a spot swear by it my foot is...

      The Balance Now is not the time for Grandiloquence. Now is not the time To gorge on suppositions, Weigh alleged propositions Or become trapped in the miasma Of the imaginary. No. Now is the time To ascertain How much time alone is too much And how...

      The frog’s princess I’ll start my story with the sad prologue of my ball sinking in the palace lake and being rescued by a talking frog. I thought I was dreaming, though I was awake, when he offered to retrieve my precious ball: a speedy dive is...