I receive a call from my mother. It is to tell me a recipe for tortang talong, which she learnt last night in a dream.
Category: 21st century
ONE POEM – Emily Barker
A drunk girl came up to me in a club last week and told me, yet again, that I look exactly, no, exACtly–Sarah! Come over here! Doesn’t she look exACtly like our Hannah?
ONE POEM – Clifford Brooks
Vacant of leaves
and shell-wrapped gifts,
dad and I can see the sky.
ONE POEM – Linda M. Crate
the fox and i
shared one glance
i think about it all the time
ONE POEM – Jack B. Bedell
and as soon as I touched the freezer’s handle,
the tar wall behind it rippled.
ONE POEM – Maura Way
I’m ready for the ritual
where I get crowned a
crone.
ONE POEM – Ben von Jagow
While I sleep
pygmy elephants
journey across my bedroom floor.
ONE POEM – Anne Gill
In lattie we held martinis,
un-clobbered each other –
left our cats on the floor in nishta.
Feeling Myself – Dolly Church
When my body was made up of straight lines it felt boyish and uninteresting, and when those lines finally bent, they felt uncontrollable.
COMFORT FOODS // Mammaw’s Christmas Eve Chili Recipe – Parker Anderson
Every year, while the people who crowd around the Christmas Eve table might change, the chili is always just as delicious, and just as cheap to make.
ONE POEM – Fran Root
Their guitars stand somewhere in an empty room on American soil
Dust spots in the sun settle on their strings
An interview with Claudia Knight
Born in the heart of the Black Country, Claudia Knight is predominantly a writer who is exploring the capabilities of her creativity after moving to London and discovering the freedom in taking more risks in life. Having discovered the endless possibilities when creating digital art, her bold yet simple pieces explore her relationship with herself, her body…
