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Depression My depression has its own voice. He wears a crown of winter leaves. He is my companion, my lover, My after-though...

Ode to the Saturn V Gravity fumbles and lets one through: a climbing tower blows back  flaming raspberry thre...

There have been a few of those hoary old rumours running north of the line that poetry is dead. These things run up there like the influenz...

Exhibitionist Arrested Again The call comes in  to the police station. It’s a small town and the voice at the library says ...

One Man's Karma The dead man sits in the small room Without sustenance or light, There are no books or wind...

Secret Alphabet The pen put to paper. Jet black ink, strips of the night sky, the space between the floors. When it was good, then each...

Beneath the folded tortilla moon trees are dreaming bent sunlight in long last summers. of mutation. tree speak t...

The Seasons and the Slants (V2) I live my life inside my patio window. It’s here, at my business desk I slip into my own warm...

confected outrage for Rupert ingredients: 215g (1 cup) caster spersions 60ml (1/4 cup) cold water tolerance (optional) 2...

When the clock catches up For J.S. i.m. perhaps Time rips through the flesh Remorselessly – blind in blood  ...

OK, I know it's only in its second year, but if last year's anthology is anything to go by (and, yes, I was a contributor last year...

The infant The river is filled to the bare maximum with life. Women are more heroic than men. They have to Be. Clocks tell ti...

Bookpeople For Celeste Bookstore browsing we begin with Harry Potter discuss the merits of various cover ...

dream sequence should be a standalone word for slow motion, this act of water stowing rotation onto air; how I close my eyes ...

something vogue bullet points summarizing beauty always leave exit wounds - Jordan Hoxsie 2016 at thi...

Bye - the - Bye By Barnes Pond SW13 on a bright spring morning The accident of the molecular. All heads: men ...

The Age of Rubbish I rode my bike through the last days of the rubbish dump over shallow hills covering the was...

Through the Window after Julia Darling I shall heave up and nudge an extra pillow at my back, enjoy the tea you left lik...

Ludwig’s Riff Unlike my desk or room and bookcases the garage is a mess that hides things. The extra set of scr...

The Light Behind Our Eyes Is An Explosion Are you on fire yet? Do you know the way? What is everyone waiting fo...