Time’s gone weird, hasn’t it? Hasn’t time gone weird? I’m really struggling with it at the moment. I don’t know what day it is. I’m not sure whether it’s day. It’s 2023 next year. It’s still March 2020. It’s the dead zone between Christmas and New Year. It’s been Wednesday for months. I’ll be dead…
Month: January 2022
ONE POEM — Renwick Berchild
I am a maze of swinging doors.
Catch me, I’ll fall. Feel my ink.
Lost in the torn pelt of my wounds,
I’ve dabbled in sores and spirits.
ONE POEM – Bett Butler
Fruit of fungus
feigner of fauna
fusion of puck and protoplasm
COMFORT FOODS // Sheep Head — Pravasan Pillay
I am 12 years old, looking over the precast-cement fence of my neighbour’s house in Chatsworth, South Africa.
ONE POEM – James Owens
pale sun after rain,
shadows come back shyly—
they’ve been washed
The Generation of Dogged Persistence – Marie McMullin
‘When All Looks Bleak, Keep Going, for What Else Is There?’ – The Generation of Dogged Persistence The setting: my kitchen in the early evening, lights filtering through the window and the door open onto the hallway. The atmosphere: cheerful but low-key, with a smidgen of excitement at the prospect of letting (reasonably) loose. The…
ONE POEM – Aidan Dolbashian
That cow can’t walk. She’s all lame. I won’t touch her hooves.
Porridge 