by Denni Turp, with image above by Sheree Mack Time instrumentswill temporarily relocate elsewhere.Women who refuse to follow rulesdevelop their mindsto make it the way it needed... Continue reading
by Denni Turp, with image above by Martin Gollan (after Fuck your lecture on craft, my people are dying by Noor Hindi) One day I’ll... Continue reading
Why Do I Write Poems About David Oluwale? In fact, I’ve only finished two which are directly about him, and they follow this introduction. But I have... Continue reading
by Martin Hayes In Mongolia they put 8-year-old boys on the back of wild horses then smack that wild horse’s rump so that it runs off like... Continue reading
Two poems and image above by Alan McGuire Homeless Jesus Why aren’t you inside, being praised, hanging from a cross, watching them break bread in your... Continue reading
by Steven Taylor Capitalism Is coming for you. It’s in your rentAnd wages. The price of your essentials.Energy. Advertisements. The thingsYou see on television. In the... Continue reading
by James O'Brien The percussion on your teeth, A drum roll, precision revolver, Rattling around an abyss dissonance. A voided revulsion of mouth, A choke spasm... Continue reading
by Kevin McCann As Michelangelo’s collecting marble From the local quarry And his lads load up the cart He spots a cracked green chunk Propping open an... Continue reading
by Steve Pottinger, with image above by Fran Lock only that each tank will beat itself into a thousand ploughshares and snipers, dead-eyed, precise... Continue reading