By Sean Tate Standing at the edge of the lake, You sink down, ankle deep, toes grasping. Black soil oozes, hugs, and holds— a wet and...

By Jonty Pennington-Twist God and Poseidon; Neither give me peace. How can I mend this circuitry Amid these insect whispers? And then,...

By Mary Mulholland The journey back is full of metaphor: too much traffic, deep wintertime, and twelve hours of shared driving, too tired...

By Lynsey Balloch Our beloved house has been snug and warm, For well over thirteen years, Quiet road, spotless windows, And a blooming...

By Natasha Tabani Quod fuimus, estis; quod sumus, eritis   That man of bones, again he comes calling - it's hard to resist those...

By Nicholas Shields amongst the husks heart god’s creation there is hatred. a vast emptiness now with tendrils of crimson that stretch...

By Paris Rosemont She bunkers down for the long night ahead, when you— like the sun swallowed by shadow slink into your neutered...

By Vincent De Souza I am craziness. In a restroom mausoleum, self-love destructs, a private harming pit. I slow on floated steps, swim...

By Molly Knight-Smith To forge a path in this grey scene  Is to find the order in chaos.  Ambivalent frenzy, good and bad,  To give and...

By Stephen House i had been drawn into a conversation i hadn’t understood a word of, and it had seemed so poetic, so hypnotic, so removed...

By Stella Mathioudakis  In a world where truth is an option Where rather than fact crave reaction Listen We talk, and talk, and talk Over...

By David J Costello Each year he took his knife to her.   Stropped it on the dry-stone wall.   Honed its cut in the time-honoured way.  ...

By Sophie Craven There’s a wasp on my bathroom floor that’s been dying for three days. Every time I wee, I watch him, and every time I...

By Marilena Zackheos He opened her door like a gentleman and rode          — I can take you — straight into a dirt field. Yellow...

By Sera Jonas Jakob today it seems as though the hot water that comes out of the pipes is screaming as it jets out high pitched and...

By Rebecca Starr I tell you             I love you As the point of your blade Pierces my hairline, A thick drop of blood Trickling its...

By Emma Woodhouse A cry resounds, cracked and harsh Alights the jackdaw upon the wall And all about the sparrows chitter I lift my head...

By Peter Devonald We are all just fragments of a bomb the instant it explodes, our history caught in a scream, echoing through eternity,...

By Rachael Hill Take apart my face, piece by piece; start with the large features place my nose in a bowl of its own pop out my eyes and...

By Saul Lowndes Britton When I find him naked by the window on some sun-drenched and cool late morning,   easy smile painted on at...