By Jennifer Pratt-Walter she is a small bird caught between the pages of a nocturnal monotint album tasting midnight in the rain...

By Argy Ahmeti Alone, in grounds immortal. Death every kiss. To one’s own Fire; To one’s own cold undoing. A will reaching dissolving....

By Sister Chain Satan said: bite yourself Daddy said nothing Jesus said: love yourself for I am within you. But I bit bite bit bit after...

By Sian Maciejowski I clean the kitchen with bleach And solvent made for marble; I let the bleach touch my skin And wonder — Am I...

By Connor Hattie My legs hung still, frozen like stalactites under the covers of my blanket. My feet, dangling, uncovered in cold air...

By Amanda Crundall Detached Hovering above surroundings Numb Shut down Feeling like a ghost floating above my own grave Attached ...

By Dael Mac The sight of her filled the inner decay, the cavity of his soul he wanted to consume, possess break her open and feast on her...

By Kate Fitz I’ve dowsed myself in honey for so long Because I was at once more digestible And more difficult to peel yourself off ...

By Sue Johns Every carriage erupts into the body-language of delay. The frantic phone tapping as schedules unravel. With the driver’s...

By Paul Benkendorfer The morning is blue and cold I waken to their cruel words: You’re lazy, good for nothing! God you’re such a...

By Cleo Heywood At the edge of a restaurant, the wet chatter lures Lambs to the fields nearby. Gathered in their fluff, they stand and...

By Teresa Coen Grief meandered into my mind a slow flowing stream But sat for a time on the outside of the skin The gentle slow surge...

By Aoife Kirby My mother fed me arsenic from a tarnished, silver spoon She recited practiced passages and chased me ‘round the room I...

By Emma Keun Once she wept For candles For fat bodies, melting As cream, curdling Into thick, sticky rivulets At the nadir of a lurid...

By Ed Kennedy I’ve found a technique to calm my mind, Lying in bed, I think of darkness, In a void, downward falling, No escape,...

By Kate W McGuire I smile and wretch in bittersweet company reflecting on the fact my palette has expanded. They remind me of my past...

By Gwyneth Box Sounds rise through plaster, wood and dust; they twist between the ceiling joists, and round ceramic tiles to twine with...

By David Allard Dry-eyed when her mother was laid to rest in the arms of greasy mud, walled within an invisible tower, she moved with...

By Ann Westgarth Your yellow eye tells me you are Wolfman, and like the sun rising in the sky of your sclera your amber iris glows. There...

By Hannah Baxter Starfish ravage the dead sea lion, insatiate stellate horde, spiny limbs latch on, degloving front flippers down to bare...