Hands Clasped by Alice Godliman
We hear rumours of her journey as she flies towards us through Europe. Her cloak covers towns first, the busy ports, then it grows outwards from the seams of main roads. It will cover us all in time. Father Matthew says it is Pestilence sent from above, punishing us for…
On a Bench by the Waters of Oblivion by E. Samples
I sit beside you, strangerAnd waitA once-filled mindMy black sunflower seedsNow half sown Introductions are necessary I’m terrible with namesWe met before, you sayThe hillside, sanctuary Classroom, dinner tableCreek—To name a few Muted voicesScreen-strained lonelinessAnxiety and doubtWindows shutteredI drain the glass and wipeWater droplets from my mouth I don’t answer you, strangerAnd…
Racing a Fever Dream for Pinks by E. Samples
Maybe I should consult the devil. Maybe I should embrace world-revvingnightshade sonnets until clovenharmonies etch fountain pen rhythmsup and down my spine. Maybe I should appreciate unaccomplished blank space;Ride the empty page instead of enslaving meter and phrase.Maybe I should idle-out, back to the ground and exhaust the weight of symbols…
Table of Contents: Issue 8
Letter from the Editor HartKate Garrett Prevention is better than the cureKate Garrett To Waste a Whole Hear in One KissCarys Crossen*Accompanied by artwork by Aurora* Every InchJuliette van der Molen First BlotJuliette van der Molen Mineral BouquetLindz McLeod World BuildingLucy Whitehead The WayfarerV.C. McCabe The Little People or Reflections on Driving Past…
World Building by Lucy Whitehead
If years from now archaeologists excavate our life togetherthey’ll uncover a entire culture, a civilisation.They’ll create a typology of our artifacts, the forks and kniveswe selected that year we moved into our third flat,the curve of them, the weight, the quality. They’ll reconstruct the chronology of our mugcollection, understand the stratigraphy…
Hart by Kate Garrett
‘…one of the most secret princes of the world …capable of bitter hatred.’ – Sir Henry Wotton on James VI History remembers your fondness for unwatered wine, androgynous men; your wit, dry as stable straw. Somehow soft, despite an arrowhead intellect and a tendency to fling insults pulled from the dirt.But here in one…
The Collection by Myna Chang
A shudder rakes me; it rises up from my soul, shaking this borrowed body like a fever dream. I press ahead, despite my fear. The Collector is coming for me. The throng roils on the platform below, hellbent on the open train doors. A giant digital clock in the center…
First Blot by Juliette van der Molen
two treaties1,two sides,three deeds & signatures forthem all, allowedby the future queen-dauphin,everyone’s docile little paragon. in the beginning, it is loveand light and never the possibilitythat anything could turn dark,here in the glittering courtof my adoptive country. how is it you say there isa blot, the first blot(of many) on my…
The Wayfarer by V.C. McCabe
The fence had been there ever since Billy could remember. Ugly, gnarled brown wood tightly banded together with vicious curls of barb wire like a crown of thorns on top. The fence stood as tall as a full-grown man and ran the length of the boundary between his family’s property…
Josef Mengele Song by John Wall Barger
Every night we are afraidwe shut our eyeswe reveal ourselves to the night & to our blanketsas the dwarves of Auschwitz were revealed to Josef Mengele.They took us from the orphanage in a dump truckbacked up to a fire pit,we tumbled out,Josef Mengele & the SS officers burst out of the foreston motorcycles circling the flames.To each other…
Take Us On A Journey To Somewhen
