Before it fell out of vogue with the vermin-people, this had been a sculpture park, or so we heard. Their ideologies and utopias, now abandoned, became interwoven with the ivy and rosebay willowherb. When we arrived here, to the sound of the pipes and the beat of our...
When my parents spoke of time, they spoke of gig smokers and dissertations carefully written by typewriter. What relics would I inherit, we wondered: cassette tapes, a floppy disk with my name on it, the Millennium party at which I was convinced the world was ending,...
Every summer, the community of Port Tawe contracts against outsiders; and yet, this summer, they want to know everything about him. In her constant to and fro between the bakery and café, Riona hears them whisper. The young man. The artist. The stranger. People speak...
Between the furrows, I can take it off, when the storm is on the day, when the oaks are fading green, I can make myself all angles, all lollop, all grand knees, and rust-brown-fur, all twitching ears, kiss low-dusk-sky and stare in silent worship at the moon. Witch...
Content warning: violence/violent imagery Spray and wipe. Spray and wipe. Nemesis cleaned the conveyor belt until it glistened like the back of a killer whale. Puffy plastic bags and tins and glass bottles would move on top of it until they reached the scanner where...
Content warning: self-harm and suicide, mental illness, violence/violent imagery I kneel with towels, mopping, mumbling, It’s not his fault. It’s not his fault. It’s not. It’s all falling in. It’s all falling down and I’m falling in and falling down and it’s flooding....
Paddy McGuinness comes into my bedroom at 4am and turns on the light. I turn to where my boyfriend should be but it’s not him. Instead of my boyfriend, I’m in bed with Michael Pedersen of Scottish poetry fame. Paddy McGuinness has real fame. And my...
at the tideline the surfacing sun overwhelms the horizon like an ingrown hair and a fish -erwoman i bothered proposes that the mackerel here thrive because when they see the scenery they’re compelled to make love it reminds me of a couple i’ve recently been spending...
Content warning: self-harm and suicide Much to his numbed astonishment, Natwar Rai awoke in his neatly made, perfumed bed after having overdosed on sleeping pills the night before. He had wolfed them down with a mind that had made peace with itself and had ceased to...
the heidy peaty potency o the drams we drank at dawn mingles wi the gorgeous giddiness o fawin hard in luve and a dinnae ken whit’s mair intoxicatin the whisky or the wunner o it aw the glorious sunshine drouks us in wairmth and licht and embra luiks braw fae up here...
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