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...