Nothing is going on anywhere Even if it tries to have something going on This town, like many, is eerily …
Increments | Instruments. A poem by Alicia Byrne Keane
After Alexandra Kleeman’s short story ‘You, Disappearing’ Where is my little bronze coffee press? It has to be staring me …
The Big C. A poem by David Morris
The drunks were swelling sudden city spaces, nodding to all in the fold. The sound of piss travelling that bit …
The Survivor. A poem by Kevin Higgins
When the last weather forecaster has died spluttering live on air and the TV’s just ads on a loop for …
The World is Empty Now. A poem by Robin Denehan
The world is empty now this is very strange for all of us some people are very worried and don’t …