By Glyn Matthews If you die before me, as hopefully, you will, (in fact I’ll make damned sure of it after what you did), I’ll extract your roving eyes and display them in the window as guidance for the curious. You’ll see. Well, actually you won’t, so, just so’s you know… I’ll sell tickets at the local T.I.C. and advertise on Facebook and auction your bits and pieces, (especially your bits) which I’ll arrange on the settee where you ‘entertained’ while I was away, looking a

By Aidan Casey The bonds fail that link you in to the world. Now you scale new heights, now you test new lows. Take stock. Older than you ever were, younger than you’ll ever be, summon up your net worth. Multiply by zero! Querulous, truculent, let your talent gather rust, set aside avoirdupois, size yourself up for the drop: the daredevil, nothing to it, nonchalant, i-dare-you-do-it, de la mort, a chanson, a swallow-dive swan song. Into the forge of saints! Now you see me

By W. E. Ticas They said the earth forgets. But it doesn’t. It keeps every scream beneath its roots. Daniel was twelve, walking barefoot through the hills of San Jorge, a sack on his shoulder, the sun burning the names from his memory. He only wanted fruit— a sweetness to trade for rice, a small proof that hunger could be fooled. Then the ground opened in sound, a blast swallowing the morning, and silence came dressed in dust. He saw the child on the ground, the blood mixing