‘I spent my life kissing strangers on New Year’s Eve.’
New poetry by Damian Balassone.
‘I spent my life kissing strangers on New Year’s Eve.’
New poetry by Damian Balassone.
‘No sudden catastrophe; witness / years of crumbling stone, / rotting libraries, addled brains.’
New poetry by Graham Allison.
‘Did you know the T-Rex / was quite likely an excellent swimmer? / Its skeletal frame light enough to float.’
New poetry by Meredith MacLeod Davidson.
‘I’m the way she likes anyone left behind — / undeserving, falling.’
New poetry by Michael Martin.
‘She’s losing tins of custard powder & / baby formula and she’s crushing the body / & blood of Christ under her arm while / John Junior tucks into a doughnut.’
New poetry by Laura Varnam.
‘The train driver’s one straight line, as / he calls to mind his schoolboy love / or stillborn child whose name haunts / like an abandoned station.’
New poetry by Christopher M James.
‘But if she was brown-eyed or blue-eyed, / they will not recall, only that her eyes / asked a question that no one could answer.’
New poetry by Damen O’Brien.
‘If all the protesters were smiling serenely, / would a scowling woman become / the punctum? Or is a scowling woman / too much of a cliché to be a punctum?’
New poetry by Lisa Kelly.
‘What figure / is the chance that a poet can appear / on praise.’
New poetry from Nicholas Hogg.
‘And again – I arrive to set out my fears, / to still rot in watery luck.’
New poetry by Holly Pollard.
‘Of justices, karma is the most poetic— / a magistrate who makes us wear / our wrongs: albatrosses, ugly charms.’
New poetry by Jane Zwart.
‘I feed the birds / before I feed myself.’
New poetry by Luciana Francis.
‘Dad drinks a pint of Newcastle Brown
feet sticking to the floor,
the room thick with fag smoke.
Dad 70’s cool, beard & sideburns & swagger.’
New poetry by Rachel Burns.
‘everything is muddled, everything is metaphor.’
New poetry by Tim Relf.