John Porter

Where it had stood was now just holes and rubble, signs warning of wires and the house gone like a wrenched tooth. Wind making tentative flutters still respecting walls not yet aware they’d fallen, gently teasing and releasing glimpses trapped liked rats in...

Eabhan Ni Shuileabhain

This Much (For Osian) Further than Charon and the Ice Dwarfs, so far that even the bright green of the Cat’s Eye has faded, morphed to a faint red-tinged sheen— And deeper, deeper than the roots of the jutting black smokers, beyond the fluorescent jelly flutes...

Charlie Jones

Jalali Hello Jalali Yeah what would you like? Yeah. Yeah. Chicken Malayan, extra spice Is that all? Delivery has to be Ten pounds or more. Onion bhajis yeah What’s the address? Fourteen or forty? About half an hour yeah. © Charlie...

Alex Josephy

The Signs   Two snowflakes. Remember the pinch of frost, our wayard fall, the drift in which there was no-one the same as you.   Crossed lines. Possibilities diverge. At the high pass all roads belong to you, so long as you don’t know which road to take....

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Lawrence Upton Lawrence Upton is a poet, sound artist, graphic artist Wrack [2012], Unframed pictures [2011], Pictures, Cartoon Strips, [2010], a song and a film, [2009], Scat Songs [2008] — Word Score Utterance Choreography in verbal and visual poetry,...

Alwyn Marriage

Kiss   Klimpt and Rodin tangled with it, limbs entwined, the ache of longing not yet satisfied.   Young and shy, we shared our first, which set the scene for all these years of thrilling shuddering deep inside:   when parting, meeting, thanking,...