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. ©…

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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…

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Theresa Vogrin

Tonight, let’s get drunk on vodka and high on melancholy while our lives are running away from us too fast, let’s look up to the dark sky which has the colour of your soul and the colour of the ink…

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Nicola Daly

How We Lost Our God It began with the pop of Papa`s gun. Then there was the thud of the front door and Mama was gone. Without warning our house stopped being a home. Every morning after there was a…

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Natalie Crick

Through Bitter Eyes   Maple branches etch An ink blue moon. The sky opens it’s banners like lips, Azure tapestries furled back into stratus clouds. Petals lost to wind Will blanket the ground. Dew on rust Will run like dried…

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