By Laura Quigley My first act as a parent, so precarious, I took you home. Now I wait here for the ferry and it’s raining and it’s cold....

By Finnegan Swift There is no truth in skin, fickle veneer stretched choking tight across truthful frames. Turn clear that vile...

By Clare Marsh A pinched ribbon of land clings between Hallstätter See and sheer Dachstein mountains, where September mist rolls down...

By Lavender Hemlock Before your end, I’d plucked my lashes one by one, counting the hairs on my arm to burn with the end of the incense...

By Brickybard I love the pre-dawn half-light, flowers waking colours in their beds, blur of roses on the shed, the first bird breaking...

By J.D. Scève You have shown me what devastation means, It was not in the tears stopping at my lips, Or the days spent in absence. Nor is...

By Z-Louise Poetry Trauma burrows into fertile soil, Mud stained hands, Time weaves weary plans. Cobweb clutter, Don’t move a thing, Or...

By Renee Cronley I married the best parts of him— his humour, generosity, and charm glittered off his calm, glassy surface like the...

By Zenobia She got me. Again. I was resting in the black peace of fleeting dreams, but with no face of porous flesh – no soft,...

By Alice Fenner I named you sweetheart for bringing damp twigs to the nest recreating the moist conditions that suit my skin.   For...

By Leonora O'Brien Full of heart, of brain Of courage, we flow At deeper currents.   Creeping from crevice Dens, our wide-field lens...

By Kruse The damp, dark earth of the field lies combed and naked under a colourless sky. A steel gate leans unhinged and slantwise...

By The Black Unicorn there are no more sweet things. They've all been swallowed up and turned to bile. An ashen veil covers earth...

By Greg Jones I give you my eyes What use I for sight? You, my last love are my vision, my light Nine fingers are yours on a silk...

By Holly Rhiannon This is the place of flies I remind myself as a vibration breaks the stillness The calm of the headstones Carrion...

By John Metcalfe I lay restless within our sterile bed, sleep was hard to summon, so I listened to the night instead. So much noise, air...

By Luciana Moroianu Cover me in space and time, and blur the lines that blur my affections for rotten things… There is no such thing as...

By Bob Christian I’ve met you in hospital rooms, Where the air hums with the rhythm of machines, And the fluorescent lights paint...

By Mary Mulholland once i saw a newborn lamb with no eyes/ no tongue a red gore in its chest   a raven had eaten its lungs & from a tree...

By Ian Doumit A house haunted by details is a home do you remember when the yeast of me devoured the starch of you and he pursued a leg...