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By Fred Voss, with image by Peter Kennard At my morning break I walk out into the parking lot in back of the factory and sitin my... Continue reading

destroying angel by Fran Lock this delicate supremacist, our cipher. tonightunder the fractioned moon, we wait. we arewaiting. for the angel, rankly warriored outof soft ground. or... Continue reading

What Three Words by Marilyn Longstaff A clever app pinpointing a precise location,useful, simple, when it works: if you understand,if there’s a decent signal. what3wordssaw we oldies... Continue reading

The following four poems are taken from the What Rough Beast anthology of poems about Trump and Trumpism, available to download here. Image above: Rise Up My Pretties, by Martin Gollan, who... Continue reading

Holding the Fort by Mark Cassidy In April 1802, African slave soldiers took over the Fort Shirley garrison (on the Cabrits peninsula of Dominica) for three days... Continue reading

Tombstones and Toolboxes by Fred Voss In the corner of our machine shop behind a 10-ton press sits Howard’s toolbox a toolbox Howard got from an old... Continue reading

what if war were measured in baby teeth by Lisa Kelly the kiloton of bombsdropped in baby teeththe incendiary grief of lives lost in baby teeth all... Continue reading

How can we mourn? by Janet Sillett how can we mourn a citywho are not its victims?we do not hear the dronesor smell decay we do not... Continue reading

This is a brief review of a relatively brief text, although the brevity of the text does not reflect its significance or relevance. Caleb Femi has already... Continue reading