Facetiming (First lockdown, 2020) how soon is it hanging up the phone & instantly sigh almost dial back & yearn for that voice materialised—your stubbled chin— knowing it’s crimson dark at the Bosphorus & still mid-afternoon outside my window a...
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Selected Poems by Luigi Coppola
We Used Every Part of the Tree Set to music here: https://youtu.be/3sJgo6577dA First, we lapped at every leaf then torethe veins out with our teeth. For seconds,we licked the twigs until they were paleand our tongues were sore. Third, we spikedthe branches between our fingers and toes,snapped...
Common Sense of the People by Katie Harrison
A collection of pandemic parables.
Three transatlantic songs by Erin Clark
1. That annoying midwesterner who loves snow What Brits call “grit”—safety substance—to dissolve ice and snow. Salt-commingled sand,reddish like a radish, ferrous, but mostlythe color of pink sick on the groundearly in the morning outside a nightclub.Somehow its pinkness is worse...
Third Eye by Nadica Trajkova
Maria has been haunted by a giant eye for as long as she can remember, but will opening up about it ruin her new relationship?
Selected Poems by Ciaran McDermott
What the Trees Say at Dawn Oneduskymoon-honeyed glissandothreaded through thorned ribcagefluxed mosaic of sustained blossomrefracted in delicate chords of light probingumbra of submarine rasp grasping for a...
The Ice Queen by Ellie Anthony
A young woman strikes a deal with a faerie in her neighboring woods.
Selected Poems by Kym Deyn
The Ballachulish Figure (alder wood and rough crystal c. 600 BC.) Listed among notable deaths of the era:a passenger pigeon at Loch Leven.We’re extinguishing ourselves, Cailleach.Age of Bronze, Age of Iron, Age of Decay.A taxidermy pigeon, Nestlé bottled water,celebrity chefs marking the end of an...
Reflections by George Parker
Finding the Vulva on a Beach Latin-wise, as vagina, I am sheath, madefor holding life. I aman oyster shell, made for children to cup, hollow to hollow,against their ears. To press into hands of their own giants,to say, Listen, and have one towering pillar of grey and rulesabandon sense for...
Selected Poems by Priyanka Sacheti
Tree Mother A prickly platinum river cracks the bruised sky in two. A tree mother dressed in bridal finery, arms laden with moon flowers, stands quietly, drenched in star rain. By dawn, the ground beneath her feet will be a city of broken dove wings. The day the ground turns red, the...