By Zenobia There is a bloodletting across the land by an on-all-fours submissive obedience to a red knee-capped agenda drooling for greed and power. But to tell the truth, we are all being seduced, hunted, really charmed by the beauty of soft fat lips and are overworked, trying to survive distracted in a buzzed haze from what is really happening until drawn into the darkness of deep sleep. Wake. Up. Find your own voice without prejudice see past the heavy blur of sparkling fi

By Sam Szanto It’ll have to be the labour ward , the midwife says, wheeling the woman who is bleeding. There are no private rooms free . Having passed rows of belly-rubbing women the woman who is bleeding is left to heave her empty belly onto the hard bed. Her husband rests on an invisible chair. The woman clutches the bag that bulges with folded sleepsuits, nappies, energy drinks, jelly babies, romper suits, nursing bras, the birth plan. She silences the phone that fir

By Rach PS When she was small, she imagined her bed could fly away like in Bedknobs and Broomsticks, kneel up, tap three times and wish. There were other clues; mud mixed with piss launched at the neighbours’ cars unprovoked, a note in the spelling book signalled a bad influence. The boys exposed themselves first, but when she did there were consequences. Dad threatened to leave after every weekend row. ‘Divorce!’ bandied about like taking it for granted, leaving the tap run