Carnivorous Butterwort A pale-purple tint – a sort of violet of little petals attracting flies, ants in fresh beeches shading the zigzag trail with glossy moss. The floral colour implies saintly piety to God or deities at which an insect could quail in the East. Ecru moths cruise and scurry. Near Acheron just a halt….
Category: literature
ONE POEM – Juliette Sebock
I wonder what will happen
if I make it
to twenty-five.
ONE POEM – Elden Morrow
It is June and the foxgloves are in bloom.
In two days it shall be my birthday.
ONE POEM – Louise McStravick
Make the water rearrange its insides,
shift shape as it is told,
steam rise
drip drip vinegar,
sour the water to not let things stick.
COMFORT FOODS // While You’re Still Here – Yasmine Jessy Amr
You scribble on a piece of paper, pausing every two minutes to remember. Your memory isn’t what it used to be. But you try anyway.
ONE POEM – Ogedengbe Tolulope
We sing the songs filled with sadness,
Songs with lyrics written in silence
Bettina von Arnim Accuses Me of Unfaithfulness – Charles Haddox
I dreamt one night about a bright-eyed young woman with dark hair who accused me of being unfaithful to her. Her accusations were apparently true, which troubled me deeply after I awoke. I had never been unfaithful to anyone but had myself suffered the pain of betrayal once or twice when I was young. I…
TWO POEMS — Miriam Gauntlett
any blotched greenery has
the potential to burst
forth into flower.
THREE POEMS – Hannah Bishop
braid me yes plait me
no plate me
don’t make me
ONE POEM – Kevin Jackson
Red shift Dark-moon cry of you half-him of you, starring backwards axe of you, mastered as youth Teeth of you biting down, tenderizing, sharpening if only for a night The many-fold you, thorns, garden, squall of you, intoxication Thief, the noble cat of you, insistent splinter The wild-world’s red eyes beating in you Me wrenched…
Email to Hannah – Catherine Madden
Today I woke up slightly ill and with a sense of nostalgia that was only just bearable.
ONE POEM – Leah Atherton
On the riverbank. In the corridor. In the
laugh ache. In the small hours. On the
station platform. In the stomach churn
on the way home.
Porridge 