Sunday Drive
By Tara Robinson I want rolling hills / wind tearing through this…
Sorry Mary Oliver
By Tia Read I did not realise I was gay until later;…
Lucretia,
By Elizabeth Rowland darling lamb, they call, her stone fingers clasped round a…
To Effervescence
By Laura Szabadics Tapping feet in their own fashion.Sparkles through my spine up to the…
Two Poems on Iran’s Freedom Movement
Mehrdad Mehrju humanity as it is in its own skin without flags without…
The Thy Day
By Mehrdad Mehrju the thy day speaks of leaving an empty box in the living the…
Cinnamon Sugar
By Kate Todman Cinnamon sugar, sweet like Christmas morning, my favourite as it melted…
I Cry At Weddings
by Ewan Robertson Everybody doesbecause who can’t not?Husbands and Wives,dresses and suites,flowers…
Lingering Shadows
By Kate Todman Dark nights. The hum of my fan. My sheets…
Monster
By Ellie Gunton “I don’t understand”. Hot, thick tears cloud my vision…
