By A. M. Rossiter I was plucked from my home and                                                     hurled to a time where we learnt to...

(Seasonal Affective Disorder) By Helen Gunn Under the green veil winter stood silent — a heaviness in the air   The emerald landscape had...

By Caressa layne And here you are The headlights switched off Delaying Knowing the stretch before you yawns into the night   And do you...

By Daniel Whelan How half cut was thy father, ear lipped and snifter snout, when he heard the word of a straight cure that cleared his...

By Darren Vukasinovic She was suffocating me With her silence, Staring through me Out the window beyond us Where once was freedom, Making...

By Navnoor Sandhu I feel it, before I know it—a pressure, Not a headache, nor throb, deeper- A silent ache, sinking, deeper- Crushing my...

By Laura Theis I am lost to the sadness of the gods those dear jesters who aren’t used to denying or restricting themselves   whose...

By Isaac Thornton Old friend, it does not seem like you to have followed me into this world under the spotlight of the delivery room, but...

By Lisa Lopresti The breaking of the Denby plate was a satisfying full stop  in the argument. The crash, a more musical note than I was...

By Anthony Gorin of Beauty in Normalcy Retreat inwards harden your shell and attach new spines, fortify your defences, prepare for the...

By Anna Gill The power I inherit is that of charisma that potent and hypnotic melisma   You showed me how this could be harnessed peering...

By Abigail Ottley there will be, so she imagines, this one, final encounter. She skips over the details, such mundane practicalities as...

By Jazz Sambac The world is sepia on polaroid. No more in black and white. With age, I too have changed perspective, New things exposed...

By Hilary Key I dreamed my childrens’ childhoods before I left (not them) the marital home And in that dream, still cleaning found An...

By Maddison O'Donnell I am the cryptid condensed upon your clavicle and chest. Lonesome, irksome dark huddling thing. I creep unearthly...

By Maddison O'Donnell She thinks – nay, knows who she is when camped out alone, digesting a spoilt slice of humble pie she’d been served...

By Maddison O'Donnell Oh, for Arachne’s sake, here she comes again dark candyfloss cloud haloing her head; Satan’s angel come to undo me....

By Maddison O'Donnell You touch the redcurrant blood that thrums through my veins so many thousands of miles away across the sea   And...

By Maddison O'Donnell Splayed out, I am worn bare by the limitless dark of night,the grit in my canines still tasting of grief,...

By Martin Jones The gray of slate in a rainstorm, of dry leaves on the heath, of waking to funerals, of thoughts lacking form. The gray...