Amanda Gomez

After Vacationing at the Beach

Hand me the map, you say as you reach for the glove compartment.                                                Construction, and we take a detour home.                                                And because I am too slow for your patience, you push my palm back.                               What you don’t know: I will break our engagement.                                                How you left your dating profile logged on before bed,                        as if […]

Ben Paynter

It Hasn’t Started Yet

05:16. He wakes abnormally. There’s no light. His name is Martin Purchance. There is light: a green glow from his alarm-clock. It announces a time: 5:16.           He doesn’t need to wake yet. Not until 7:00. 06:55. Why has he woken now? One reason: the article deadline, today at 10:00. He thinks about it.           The piece […]

Doireann Ní Ghríofa

Tuathal (Counter-Clockwise)

Cuirim eochair i bpoll an téitheora           agus casaim an chomhla ar tuathal — siar, siar, go dtí go gcloisim sileadh an uisce           ag glugarnach as i mbraonta tiubha, an t-aer a bhí srianta scaoilte arís.           Le clic and trice-tic, filleann cuisle an phíopa, ag tarraingt teas ar ais trí córas soithíoch an tí,           trí fhéitheacha […]

James Giddings

Two Poems

Look-a-Like It’s been months since I’ve heard from you and I’m beginning to forget which side on the continent you decide to dress each morning. Last time I saw you there was still hair on your head but I suppose you’re old now and nothing lasts forever. I think about if I saw you again, […]

Claire Åkebrand

The Taxidermist’s Wife

Soft thuds of Colombian butterflies in their glass displays. I dreamed they came to life again. If Louis were here, he’d groan: “Go back to sleep,” and then blow out the candle. But he’s far out at sea. I dreamed shells woke on the window sill, trembling with their inner oceans; a scraping from inside […]

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Janet Wolff

Scarlett O’Hara’s Dress

On Saturday the 18th of April last year, a grey-and-black dress with black zig-zag appliqué, worn by Vivien Leigh as Scarlett O’Hara in the movie Gone with the Wind, was sold at auction in Beverley Hills for $137,000. Scarlett is first seen in the dress when she meets Rhett Butler (Clark Gable) outside her store, […]

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Amanda Gomez

After Vacationing at the Beach

Hand me the map, you say as you reach for the glove compartment.                                                Construction, and we take a detour home.                                                And because I am too slow for your patience, you push my palm back.                               What you don’t know: I will break our engagement.                                                How you left your dating profile logged on before bed,                        as if […]

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Jamie Alcock

Swansea, 2015

The friggin’ gabba’s going dubbadubbadubbadubbadubba and the whole front room’s jumping, I really should reclaim my decks; this is not the vibe. ‘Right boy, listen, this is it so far. Yew listening?’           ‘Yup,’ he shouts.           ‘Right, listen; In this town of crescent moon day breaks too soon casts shadows too sharp for my memory She […]

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Joe Davies

The Thickness of Dust

It was a strange room, hung with tapestries no one knew the meaning of, symbols, pictograms of all sorts. The colour red figured prominently. Music played quietly in the background, incongruous music, slightly manic, but which no one was listening to anyway. It was there to carry the dips in conversation, of which there happened […]

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Liza Costello

Colette Went Quiet

Colette called the day I moved into my apartment, just as I had finished wiping down the last of the kitchen cupboards. The phone startled me when it buzzed awake. I had already spoken to my mother and knew it could not be her.           ‘Hullo stranger,’ she said, her voice carefully light.           ‘Colette,’ I said. […]

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Ben Paynter

It Hasn’t Started Yet

05:16. He wakes abnormally. There’s no light. His name is Martin Purchance. There is light: a green glow from his alarm-clock. It announces a time: 5:16.           He doesn’t need to wake yet. Not until 7:00. 06:55. Why has he woken now? One reason: the article deadline, today at 10:00. He thinks about it.           The piece […]

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Jane Feaver

Disco Feeling-kin

Nina woke to find him half on top of her, his heavy arm all that was keeping her from falling out of bed. There was a fleck of spittle vibrating on his lip, his face cracked into the pillow like a child’s. She was breathing through her mouth. His pores exuded the fermented sweet and […]

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Robert Perron

What About India?

          At the start of the work day, Marsha felt fine. Perky in fact, coffee pushed aside, eyes on screen, fingers on keyboard. She’d found a bug and posted a problem report, priority 2 in her opinion. A chat box from Randy, the senior development engineer, appeared.           – hi marsha priority 3 not a functional problem […]

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Tom Vowler

The Twice Drowned Woman

He watched from an upstairs window as she entered the water. It was one of the few not boarded up, this side beyond reach of even the most competent stone-thrower. The room itself was empty these days, save the rocking chair, where on occasion he’d observe the cycle of the Atlantic as it pitched and […]

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Douglas W. Milliken

Dummy

All the way from his house in the hills down through the river valley, Richard hacked and pointed his directions while beside him I listened and got us where we wanted to be. The streetlights were off but some passing cars had their headlamps on. Just south of town where the river widens and skinny […]

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Doireann Ní Ghríofa

Tuathal (Counter-Clockwise)

Cuirim eochair i bpoll an téitheora           agus casaim an chomhla ar tuathal — siar, siar, go dtí go gcloisim sileadh an uisce           ag glugarnach as i mbraonta tiubha, an t-aer a bhí srianta scaoilte arís.           Le clic and trice-tic, filleann cuisle an phíopa, ag tarraingt teas ar ais trí córas soithíoch an tí,           trí fhéitheacha […]

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Carmine Starnino

Five Poems

San Pellegrino I sit here facing a glass of water. I have a family: a son, baby daughter.           Life’s harder. Harder, and sadder. My father has stage IV lung cancer. He’s dying, only faster. Fall, and he might meet his maker by winter. O let this cup pass, my Father. I sit here facing a […]

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Marion McCready

She Lay Down Deep Beneath the Sea*: Meditations on Dunoon’s Victorian Pier

1 I am bound, rooted, salt-stung, tree-limbed, iron bolted. I live with my memories – echoes of footsteps arriving, departing; ghost boats       at my thighs. Every timber part of me swims with zooplankton. My only neighbour is my reflection. The sky is sailing around me. Fenders of rock elm protect me. My mouth is a […]

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Bee Vanunu

A Mariner

You were a mariner. I lived by the water.          You struck new sand for your master and led me to the land where night tulips grow.         With your fish-hook you gouged out my throat and surged through me under inky-green skies. You bound me to these tenebrous sands                                                                            and with ease set your sail for […]

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Nyla Matuk

Three Poems

Young Poets In the minx browns of Great Eastern Street, a throbbing cab waits in the pouring rain while a building implores, “Let’s Adore and Endure Each Other.” In the gallery’s late Vorticism, critics’ pens reel in and sour on treasonous reviews. A hood of superior aerodynamic absolutes. We drink at The Gun, spot Tracy […]

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