Today’s choice
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David Hanlon
Location of Incident
Not in that parking lot,
not in that residential area,
not in that blue car
splashed with mud.
Not in that leather backseat —
fingernail torn.
Not in that stuffy air
clouding windows.
And not —
not in this heart.
Yet —
not not in it either.
David Hanlon is a poet from Cardiff, Wales. His poetry appears in numerous magazines, including Rust & Moth, Anthropocene and trampset. His latest collection, Dawn’s Incision, was published by Icefloe Press. You can follow him on Twitter @davidhanlon13 and Instagram @hanlon6944.
Mana Misaghi
we make sure to pack a deck of cards for the train, or a sunday afternoon visit to the park. the cards will give our hands something tangible to do . . .
Taḋg Paul
An algorithm guides me through the keys
Each stanza nested in a formal loop
Mat Riches
Hey kid, this won’t mean that much to you yet,
but I didn’t taste my first proper curry
till at least twenty-one . . .
David Sapp
Aimless between
Dropping out
Of art school
And absolutely no
Friggin’ money . . .
Debbie Strange
Evacuation
our shutters open
Gareth Writer-Davies
it’s a special kind of empty
the footed earth, saluting the sky
Sam Szanto
It beckons from between plasters and hand cream,
the box bright-white, the lettering green.
Tamara Evans
Travel West. Submerge yourself
in the M4’s homeward drift.
Rushika Wick
slid in bass-drop dams up
pierced ears, furred
with youth, his vest drinks sweat,