Manchester 2AM by Ben Macnair Hey you, you at the back, Shut up, He says by way of introduction. His name is Darren, or Wayne, or Gareth, One of those interchangeable bouncerâ€™s names. He has the ears of a space hopper, the gravitational centre of a weeble, the sensitivity of an etch a sketch, and […]
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Thank The Blinds by Dillon Mullenix Donâ€™t bother cracking the blinds All you will find is the outside And outside isnâ€™t much here You can walk to the store But it is awful dreary The weather is always foul in June And July And August And so on Trash is always in the streets The […]
Showtime by Tom Mahony â€œThanks, asswipe,â€ he grumbled, clutching the steering wheel and scowling at the driver puttering and weaving ahead of him. â€œTake two lanes instead of one. Christ.â€ â€œShh,â€ his wife said, glancing toward the back seat. â€œThe twins will hear you.â€ â€œTheyâ€™ve got to learn sometime.â€ â€œLearn what? Impatience? Road rage?â€ â€œProper […]
venus & a sailor by William Wright Harris homage a salvat-papasseit his nose in her hair salt resting on her neck her shadow falling a cross his lap a phantom cloth side by side as the ocean & the shore the window & the unseen wind
Constant Elegy by Dan Hedges In the reviews, the literary multitude speak of how the words â€˜evoke spaceâ€™, and how the imagery â€˜lights up the skyâ€™ with an â€˜axe of courageâ€™. It is as if the prose means anything to anyone. These are anecdotal river-stones, that have not been verified by the â€˜white coatsâ€™. No […]
Meticulous by Mitch Grabois They disfigure their features veil their faces with their hair dress in black and attach leaves to their blouses with library paste They lie down on wide lawns and invite snails to create families on their dry bosoms Slime trails, teethmarks, landscapes A slow meticulous struggle
Itâ€™s A Swamp Thing by Ivan Jenson Iâ€™m no mind reading shapeshifting broomstick traveler and I donâ€™t have a widowâ€™s peak and fangs that impale pale women and I donâ€™t wear wolfâ€™s fur or bang my chest while holding an ingÃ©nue in my hairy palm as I scale the Empire State Building and though I […]
Adam Rainer by Brent Austin Adam was a god of stone, Stronger than the 20th century of men, His hide was of fine tobacco, His gut was the black twisting road, In his eye the stars swarmed alive Like termites in old oak. He made a sound like Hissing-snake televisions Heard only by the wilds […]
Sylvia Plathâ€™s Sketches to be displayed in London. A selection of 44 ink and pen drawings by Sylvia Plath (1932-1963) will be exhibited for the first time between 2 Nov and 16 Dec at the Mayor Gallery in London, displaying Plathâ€™s love for her â€œdeepest source of inspirationâ€, art. Click here to see the slideshow.