by maoglone | Dec 13, 2021 | Issue #3, Issues
Michael Black I gave them a vial of my blood,inside the small room.It was lost by the analyser.Whilstwe need a blood democracy hothouse,for now, it remains my blood.I let it be tested again and again. Michael Black is finishing a PhD at the University of Glasgow. He...
by Julia Ruth Smith | Dec 13, 2021 | Issue #3, Issues
Once I ran away from homeUntil my children cried out;They said the cupboard was bare.I opened my chest and showed them,Now they know there’s nothing there. Julia Ruth Smith is a teacher who lives by the sea in the South of Italy. She swims, writes, gets over-emotional...
by Jeana Jorgensen | Sep 7, 2021 | Issue #2, Issues
My heart is a caged, battered thing,a medieval city with two sets of walls,a fortress built from stonesbearing bloody handprints,teary streaks, remindersthat barriers do two things,they exist for a reason,and they come with a cost.For now I bear the bruises,take pride...
by Kaisa Saarinen | Sep 7, 2021 | Issue #2, Issues
Let me be your little moon,lunar beck, a dionean shipwreck.Take me off your orbit soon -I’ll still dream your hands around my neck. You must be sick of hearing me apologiseso exonerate me, take away my voice.Make a noose for me, I’ll follow through,praying mute and...
by Katelyn Botsford Tucker | Sep 7, 2021 | Issue #2, Issues
The night my father died I went to the museum to seeThe Whale.You know the museum? You must know The Whale. Its facsimile hoverssuspended byinvisible strings. It wasmy father‘s favorite.The museum.The Whale.I hate that museum.I hate The Whale. Dizzy, suspended...
by Katy Naylor | Sep 7, 2021 | Issue #2, Issues
it’s not the willow pattern platebehind cold museum glassit’s not your brother’s birthday cakewhite frosted on the pantry shelfit’s the diaphragmpulling in smoke from the ruined hallit’s the handclasped round metal five hundred volts...
