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      The Liminal Hours  A chase of messages illuminates my screen through the small hours. Did I just see you? I’m sure I glimpsed you dancing, that green dress, the way you tilt your head to admire  the view. These banshee hauntings my poor abandoned...

      The Cure I knew what my poison was I drank to more than enough I drank like drinking would give answers to questions I haven’t asked yet I built a cage out of the pieces of my bad self binding steel plate to hollow bones fusing old scars to fresh...

      Mute like attracts want – want ignites desire I wake up and my entire life has passed - I’m old and frail, limbs rigid, my breath appears in small puffs they’ve already chosen my gravestone, a chunk of fieldstone – small but quaint except it bore...

      “GOTHS AREN’T BLACK”   BUT YOU’D STARE ANYWAY, AND I CAN SMOKE TREE BOP ON THE CORNER TO BLACK METAL OR BASHMENT, IN PLATFORM BOOTS OR NIKE BLAZERS BECAUSE I AM STILL THE ONLY SPECTACLE IN THE NEIGHBOURHOOD. IT IS BRAIDS KNOTTED INTO NOOSES,...

    Man-Made For the victims and survivors of male violence and the system that enables it. CW: rape, sexual violence, police brutality, genocide, racism. Raised by West Indian matriarchs I was taught by Black women about whiteness and patriarchy where women...

      Blessing at Arms' Length  a setting-down ritual I can’t begin to speak a blessing any more than I can reach a coat hanger from my chair. I only know how to say come in,  welcome, dear Brigantia, into the home of my hand, my heart, my hesitation....

      Commodity Fetishization  Buy buy buy consume consume consume Faster faster faster harder harder harder Deeper deeper deeper devour devour devour     Rose Knapp (she/they) is a poet and electronic producer. She has publications in...

      Jobcentre Blues   The nights are full of broken sky sirens– of 2,000 stabbings and sexless promises– of hot dog food-banks, and either coffee or tea or pasta or rice. Do you have a cooker or a microwave sir?  No, I sold it in that withering...

      Winter Blossom Does your laughter feel like winter blossom? A fog of  petals in your lungs, forcing joy a season too soon. I don't know the taste of  your grief. Maybe it is a damaged earth, the world  offbeat and threatening. But in this spring...

      and we sing  'this place ain't for you anymore, anymore even air moves different from before, from before' *humming* my work aunt once told me about this crowd that arrived. took homes and changed streets         left people; moved people. she...

      Apex Black woman, apex Thighs and mind of thunder Grounded, solid Catches me in her stratospheric eyeline in the future sight of higher love. The mountainous everything of her So bright I can barely behold. I hide in the shade of her lashes...

      Martin Luther King Jr's on tour in the UK to repeat the same speech, you've heard but never remembered word for word. And why should you? I have a dream is painted onto enough t-shirts and baseball caps for you to get the gist. School timetables...

      It didn’t make me        a woman         darkened     school skirt pleats the pungent smell of loss            this initiation       a twelve year olds guide to becoming ashamed         it didn’t make me weak   they...

      Street-preacher She looks at me with that fearsome oil-sheen in her eyes, the weighty conviction of milk-heavy gaze and breasts, telling me (the spittle-flecked words like Words made flesh) of her Father, how he is unseen, felt unstirring in the...

      Dream State Covers tight as clingfilm. Tell them you fell headfirst, steadied yourself, sucked out what was left in your throat, coughed that creamy polyethylene onto the pillow. Eyeballs infused with miniature blue irises plunge into the well....