Issue One • Issues • Poetry
May 23, 2016
By Duncan Richardson England – February 1963 The worst winter in memory pipes and birds were freezing heaters gave up...
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By Duncan Richardson Suleyman the Magnificent* twice bereaved found solace in poetry for a while then war dying in the field on his...
By Duncan Richardson Eager pilgrims seek out the Great Philosopher 1898 Let us go and see Herr Nietzsche sitting by the...
May 22, 2016
By Eloise Faichney i. Witch Am I to spend my days locked in the longing of my namesake? I am a ghost of knife and...
By Eloise Faichney Your walking-hut1, witchmother, hides in the forest of the Tsar. You; ambiguity personified with bony legs and...
By Eloise Faichney You still do not understand what I have seen, Padre. These rosaries will not save us now, nor these prayers; we...
By Christina Aitken Spots of crimson dance in the breeze Below, the swollen, shuddering sea bears hopeful young men to war Standing in rows...
