Canary Island SingingThwack!Performance piece disintegratestoes pointing in stubborn candle wickdiary of a mad Madonna & child Race to pomegranate shufflingboard games: whack a mole! Zeroing in on skull fracturesummon enough airtightdesk lamps to strut standing orange grove grooving sounds of escape blaring bam! bam! looming diaphanousalabaster pole Desk Drawer EnterpriseCarpenter bee dizzyadolescent scrape scrape scrapinglook at that woodwork!whew! rope length hair lines criss to the crossingmannerisms spellgrief X Y Z Indifferent Lack of InitiativeYoyo diatribedaughter of canned hamnever had it so good as indifference razor eyelash arm expandedthe quiet is the pulse shivering magnetic field Joshua Martin is a Philadelphia based writer and filmmaker, who currently works in a library. He is the author of the book Vagabond fragments of a hole (Schism Neuronics). He has had pieces previously published in … Continue reading →
She is a Suffragette her hair tumblesblowing like unfurled cottonthrough unforgottenfumblesin vegetationof our owninterpretationof each otherin the dark. my desk grownout of a tree sownfrom my loverwhere i carved these words in the barksitting in her branchesknowing what life isall … Continue reading →
A dark leaf runs,toyed by a winter’s wind,away from my grasptowards the trainand my father’s bodybent on the track. In the dim room, I recallonly scents of candle smoke,and notes of fruit wood,a melody which windslike cotton, around my wrists,to … Continue reading →
Results are in! The winner of our Dr Zhivago competition 2020 is Mark Sheeky, with his poem, Zhivago. Our highly commended poem is Untitled by Rachel Cohen. Many congratulations to our two winners, and all the other wonderful entries we … Continue reading →
In The Art of Memoir, Mary Karr describes memory as ‘a pinball in a machine – it messily ricochets around between image, fragments of scenes, stories you’ve heard. Then the machine goes tilt and snaps off.’ That’s what Filipino author … Continue reading →
Mark my words, apart from being a seminal thinker & slimy foreign art monger, Vas Pretorius DeFerens was something of an enigma to friends, enemies, & medical science alike. Allegedly he was a proud possessor of either three or four … Continue reading →
Robert Demaree: At a workshop in Wolfeboro, New Hampshire, in August 2017, Marilyn Nelson introduced us to poets we were not likely to know—poets from the Middle East, Native America, Gary, Indiana, poems that spoke of addiction, alienation, anger. Then … Continue reading →
Become a superb troubadour who loves an eaglet in the starry night full of autumn miracle fulfilled in the meek ontology! Taste a beverage of holt-like fairies from a stunning tumbler – to wit the cranberry juice and some dew … Continue reading →
It’s hard work being a king. At least, that’s what kings would have you believe. All those heavy crowns and the repetitive strain injury from all that royal waving. I imagine at least one king must have met his end … Continue reading →
Cabin There is a place in Maine, near Belfast, where the oaks trundle up to the oceanside, fifty feet of shattered rock separating soil from surf. The cabin sits behind that rock, the clearing hewn some years ago, the house … Continue reading →
