Michael Bartholomew-Biggs

Labyrinth We came up from the south ..........................................................a tad off- course already but nothing we need fuss about, we said, we’re close enough. And even as we sensed a further....... drift........ away and not towards we weren’t too much alarmed.…

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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…

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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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