Issue Six • Issue Six Poetry • Poetry
December 15, 2018
“The road is full of perfume. Urine. Bile. Death.” These nine initial words from Jayant Kashyap’s poem ‘History’ in this issue...
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Issue Six • Issue Six Poetry • Issues • Poetry
By Jayant Kashyap * The road is full of perfume. Urine. Bile. Death. People walk the road, up and down, in high boots, heads...
by Kevin Higgins You knew for a fact, they’d never allow a pair of mad eyes with a pistol near the Emperor and his wife; and...
By Michael Aiken Beelzebub fallen to disease, absent himself willfully, to muster some inkling, some new insight born of nothing...
By Jack B. Bedell My daughter has been watching the news every night this week, anxious for word on the soccer team...
By Cheryl Pearson In the late 1880’s, the body of a young woman was pulled from the Seine. The pathologist at the Paris Morgue was so...
By Paul Casey stone turns to paper in her eye as she filters cycles of light into circles of paper stones her eye is a stone circle a...
by Paul Casey. 1. Just as the pillars meet a mile above the architrave A sky splinter plummets to puncture the floodplain A standing...
By Brian Jerrold Koester The deepest blue-burgundy you will ever see in stained glass, that is the colour of my love for you...
By Jane Clarke On the boat we were mostly virgins, we talked about who we were going to be – waitresses, seamstresses,...
By Sandra Renew 1933 lifelong partners charismatic lives no mention of the other in orbituary Stella was a...
By Nuala O’Connor Frida Kahlo likes to walk in colour, but she is hard-pushed on Society Street. We wander together up...
by Cynthia D. Nelson The Darmstadt Year I read out the sign at our new base: ...
by Anne Elvey baíte tipiche typical huts formaggio cheese taleggio ...
by Jenny Blackford The lumpy wrinkled flesh of some great ancient beast a woolly mammoth or elasmothere lies mummified beside the Hume...
by Patrick Stack A long way off Through fog that veils all else Faint voice is heard So faint no mortal ear Can catch the pitch Save...
By Natalie D-Napoleon First, a star must be formed; bodies colliding into hot bodies through infinite time and space...
By Denise O’Hagan We shrugged at bomb scares at school Locked our doors, watched our bags and our steps And skirted any lone bag...
by Fiona Perry A collection of mementoes to stimulate long term memory and a sense of identity in dementia patients. Inside:...
by Jenny Blackford Coventry Cathedral had been bombed, I knew, during the last great conflagration of the world, had lost some of its roof...
By Wendy J. Dunn When we arrived Another car was there Strangers at the Lookout We gathered together And gazed at the hills...
By Cheryl Pearson Quick to scuttle in with the cattle sick, or an ankle twisted fat on a root – the caps wring flat by...