By Sera Jonas Jakob today it seems as though the hot water that comes out of the pipes is screaming as it jets out high pitched and...

By Rebecca Starr I tell you             I love you As the point of your blade Pierces my hairline, A thick drop of blood Trickling its...

By Emma Woodhouse A cry resounds, cracked and harsh Alights the jackdaw upon the wall And all about the sparrows chitter I lift my head...

By Peter Devonald We are all just fragments of a bomb the instant it explodes, our history caught in a scream, echoing through eternity,...

By Rachael Hill Take apart my face, piece by piece; start with the large features place my nose in a bowl of its own pop out my eyes and...

By Saul Lowndes Britton When I find him naked by the window on some sun-drenched and cool late morning,   easy smile painted on at...

By Nathan Lunt In the darkening glow of a moonlit sunset, I met a familiar stranger walking the lonely communal road To the central...

By Maeve McKenna under a rubbish truck Gerard’s hanging from the second-floor balcony syringes stuck to chewing gum on the chalked stones...

By Simon Ó Conchúir Oh if you’d only slice me open Divine vivisection Searching now with surgeon’s hand For my source of life’s great...

By DLC Hanson Bedraggled and spent, the passionless and the damned scrambled south through febrile grume, hemmed and steered by sleight...

By Mehran Waheed “Papa! Papa!”   Your howls prey on my name, shake the stars, rattle the moon, shock my heart like a horse's head on my...

By C. J. Jagger In the dark hours of torn wings Your feathers fall I’ll meet you there A broken voice calls Shame upon thy name And...

By Áine Rose Connell Greyness drinks colour from the sky, knocks it back clean. A notepad is filled by a girl in a field, where two quiet...

By Mohammed Omer You’d think that the sight of blood would be enough, To act with some compassion and empathy, To realise the urgency of...

By Angela Cheveau             i.m. of Emily Bronte’s Beloved Dog   When night had teeth / my mistress / was all snarl and spit / beneath...

By Wanda McAulay Unbeknownst to you is the pain that I feel, The pain of your memory, from my head to my heel. You took your own life...

By Kathryn McCone Usher No beachcomber ever shall find me nor the constant lighthouse lamp. Quarrelsome lament, gulls spew forth ‘free’  ...

By Lorna Smart His hardness pounded into her softness, despite her words. She tried everything she could think of: She flattered him She...

By Naomi Mills His home had always been a safe place. Filled with the clutter of ages, it cocooned her from the outside world. The odds...

By Míchaél McCormack Horror picture's terror vision I have to scream at my indecision Vladimir Putin came for blood Nightly News said he...