Sanjeev Sethi

GAP . My fortunes of a fugleman aren’t mine. I follow you with ferocity accredited to canines. You crawl lines of sand on my being. Is it mixed with stickum? . I move from pole to pole. Internal antiphonies urge me fine-tune myself. This township of trees is another...

Peter Stewart

This is a security announcement . Please do not leave Bags unattended Bags left unattended May be removed Without warning Or destroyed Or damaged By the security services. . Bags left unattended May be sequestered And kept in a dark room Without the permission Or...

Angelica Krikler

Cleopatra . Tears run down my face like the paint of a warrior You look at me lying there – Freud analysing his patient Meanwhile there is a serpent’s bite inside of me The venom slowly fills up my lungs But Cleopatra died not for her man, but for her country There is...

Luigi Coppola

Business Trip Neck arched to skylight, her hand between her breasts, fingernails crackling against her thumb: it wasn’t the echoed whispers of the crowd that muffled her mind; not the torn canopy; or the broken lift; or the dog-eared pitch of the quivering...

Jane Frank

At the Foot of the Mountain . From the train we could see the Pyrenees and suddenly I imagined myself on a succession of other trains going north or south. . The first text message would say the flight had been delayed. A second one would say I needed to stay an extra...