Dressed up in latex, spandex, full coverage (reflexes controlled, visuals gain leverage) seeks drug and disease free, no sneezers (just …
Small Comforts. A poem by Fiona Perry
While the streetlamps are still shining, I lift the covered Mixing bowl of bread dough out of the airing cupboard …
Sitting In A Semi (after David Bowie). A poem by Jonathan Humble
Remote in a Cumbrian village, removed and adrift as instructed, I have become a modern Major Tom, floating with the …
Musical chairs for the end of an age. A poem by Michele Witthaus
We might as well get comfortable, each in the place fate had us land. Away is gone, beyond our reach. …
Rising. A poem by Vinny Glynn-Steed
In a place they call lemon field, mushrooms grew in clusters and abundance. They would pick the fungi each year …