By Lucien Wolf A knife with no handle. Pretty to hold But not easy to wield; to cut the rope Around your neck you must first lose a...

By The Imperfect Thinking Woman In this space Babies have died And come alive Seeds have swum Connections have begun In this space So...

By Michael Crow We the beacons of light among the cyclic hollow of darkness, create the shadows against the silhouettes of...

By Leaf Pettit Deep in me is a secret den, hidden in the pit of my being, warm and damp and rich with the funk of fungi. Here, I shelter...

By Steve Dixon Imagine a Dalek. Made up of a thousand radios. All playing a different station. All at the same time. ...

By Dominic James Rain sweeps the roof. Insistent needle-point glissandos wash the cross-beamed rafters overhead, drip on my puppet form...

By Roseeroe I'd let you untangle the silver metal of my favorite necklace    Let you pull my hair to the side    Place untangled silver...

By Jade, the Son of Jack Swift it fares me away, that midnight tide to places deep. Lost are my cares for the world behind me, I yearn...

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....