Selected Poems by Christian Ward

Dawn  The moon has retracted its roots while the sky glows like a toaster filament. The houses below sleep. Few wake so early to the regimented pop-up of toast, the kettle’s dominant click.  The foxes are hiding to rehearse for night. The birds are part of the...

Morana by Maruška Slavec

It felt like a day that would not pass like all the others.  Goosebumps had been appearing on her twiggy arms since morning when frost still clung to dead grass and naked trees. It was still misty outside when the little girl with the name of a goddess yanked on her...

Edward Michael Supranowicz

Tossing and Turning  I do not believe in formal artist statements. Art should speak for itself, and the artist should maintain a respectful distance and silence. I work intuitively and compulsively, probably believing that there are archetypes that are shared among us...

Selected Poems by Clementine E. Burnley

Recovering the memory of water   You can see Africa from the high Alpujarra they sayfrom a bus window. So, I have packed cucumbers,sheep’s milk cheese, and a Conference pear. I seek a place here, where dry fields sketcha geography of separation.Everywhere,...

Selkies by Emma Wells

Selkies   Seductive seal skin is my coat –zippered for ease of removal;I slip in and out of worldsboth human and mythical praying that one day my skin knots to backbone,binds as spines to published pages completing the bleary badgeof a true, life-worn selkie:for...

Mrs Selkie by Emma Wells

Seductive sealskin is my coat. Adorned with a zipper, adding a modern-day edge for ease of putting on and removal. I slip in and out of worlds, both human and mythical, praying that one day my sealskin knots to my backbone, binding as book spines to published pages. I...

Mario Loprete

Italians Do It Better (concrete sculpture, wood and enamel)  Fabri Fibra For my concrete sculptures, I use my personal clothing. Through my artistic process, in which I use plaster, resin, and cement, I transform these articles of clothing into artworks to hang. The...

Sam the Squid by Rimika Solloway

‘The problem with you is you don’t do anything.’ A man’s disembodied voice cuts in through the doorway. The comment lands with a thud on the threadbare carpet. Sam sits inertly on an orange upholstered couch dreading each passing moment, while dust motes dance in a...

Displacement Activity by Emma Lee

A pebble dropped will displace its own volume of water. Observers, concerned only with measuring volume, don’t care about the separated water or the guilt of the pebble. On social media, someone posts a detailed home-school schedule, house-keeping tips, recipes, and...

Talking about the weather by Myrna Al-Tajuri

I don’t like to be perceived   my favourite Aquarius quip   said with a chuckle and my whole chest – for eyes on my skin, small hellos and howeyas  in smoking areas and bathroom queues /   imagined passengers in passing cars   feel like scalpel incisions – the flaying...

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