By Glenda Cimino Somewhere nearly lost to me now is the life I should have lived might have had but for my own blind choices [It is a...

By Kia Maggie ‘And what about you, do you have any siblings?’ A pathetic slop so eager it’s hard not to laugh straight in your face. So...

By Fayola Bingham Predatory neighbours disengage in psychological standoffs as they pass, I persist in the quest for a paternal shield,...

By Lillibit Ray High Stakes It is his serpentine green energy slithering through sparks of change, acceptance, fueling...

By Eliza Nimmo When I tell them I’m a carer For the elderly, They always say: How kind you are! But little do they know It is this...

By N J Delmas Reverend Spencer raised his glass, and toasted Molly, good riddance. With a flick of a coin, he Settled his tab, with the...

By Cathy Blue Dear Death, I need your dark eyes Fixed on mine, Grab my wrist, Lick the rust off my skin, Bite into my ancient memories,...

By Matt Mellor 10.05 am. The lemon walls sweat in the morning light. The world could be smiling, or it’s the heat and glow of strain....

By Philip Tetley-Jones Mouth moves, gestures, reaches. To live so obviously is suggestive. Your breath an unasked question. Hidden in...

By Maya Masoliver If Athena had not done it, Would the snakes have found her still? Or was it she, tired of wedded eyes, Crawling up...

By Michael Cunliffe A razor needling patchwork criss-crossing pale wasted pallid thigh skin, claret slices forming a ragged tattoo, a...

By Lois Barnett Hearing your voice instantly sends me into a daze. Your chaos fuels my attraction causing you to fall into my bed....

By Prema Arasu a loss for the migrating pod is a revel for worms far below in sunless seas where the song fades sleeper-sharks rend the...

By Katerina Neocleous Advisory guidance to be read in conjunction with local practice to prepare bereft parties of the departed: Section...

By Redde Michaels I didn’t tell you that Dad died. I was surprised when you woke me tonight – calling as a brother might. Like you did...

By Cody Draco so what if my specter can be seen skinny-dipping in the River Styx haunting the hell in which you held me while raising a...

By Sean M. Palfrey She spoke in quatraines Trying to decipher her future Making no predictions Only glimpses of a fate Half-promised...

By Alicia Lennon That worm, the one making its way inside of the apple. Do you see the life built through ruin. Envision the devastation,...

By Stormie Harley This may be the most devastating thought I have had. Do you think both of us are at the end of our lives? Like a cat...

By Damen O'Brien On the busiest day of the year, even harder than the shifts of stomach pumping, of broken legs, gravel-rash Christmas...