A Slice of Sonnet Go out with your fishing-net, and sit by the brook, the brook which holds a whisper of moon. Tell them that you’re going out to catch some stray salmon. Then, they won’t smell a rat. Ensure that it isn’t the complete, full moon...

      (Untitled) just for now (and I doubt persistence) the rubble of my mind is whipped up draftily in a flurry quivers with new direction with something like optimism     Jack McGrath is a 23 year old writer living in Manchester. He tends to...

      Rest Assured You won’t be there tonight sagged upon the stool of an emptying bar the same corner where you and Frank used to sit as weekends blurred by. Nor will you stumble into a club after hours to mumble your age, name and how this isn’t your...

      Always and Everywhere after Wislawa Szymborska God may have been abolished but politics is everywhere and always. Your arrival on and departure from Earth are political. Even if you don’t die of it, though many do, politics is present at your last...

      Nude, smoking, in the dawn doorway he stands, or leans against the door frame, light spills around him, haloing as he moons me. The husband, inhales smoke, exhales smoke, takes deep breaths surveys his terraced territory: newly-cut trees, soil...

      The Wine of the Rainbow The sunshine wrote a line of words in the snow told you that the door of the vault of heaven was opening new interstellar cities would come illuminate human eyes submerged by the sea. When the giants returns from outer...

      Pine Sun-consuming needle- Leaf cluster crowned A sheath of rough wrinkle Bark that treasures red Pushing light wooded Works resinous squeeze Out of adverse climate Clenched fist of a tree     Martin Potter...

      Aftermath Dark as ink this fig on your outstretched hand what kind of offering is it please verify I can’t figure out what to do with the slumped weight of it though your voice is persuasive enough to return me to blossom could I place it with...