I know it’s over when I picture the train carriage
it’s an old-fashioned carriage with burgundy velvet seats
a little room in my memory.
Tag: poetry
ONE POEM – Finlay Worallo
You are sun-skinned, but my half
of the planet is tumbling into the dark.
ONE POEM – J.M.Summers
It is an old superstition.
The mirror, and the room
dark behind it but for the
flickering of a few fading
candles.
COMFORT FOODS // Cooke’s Pie & Mash Shop – Jonella Vidal
My memories can be quantified in cups of tea,
and meat pies filled perfectly, slumped against
a mountain of mash
ONE POEM – Jonny Rodgers
Like thirst – a need to quench, slake, state:
first hearse, first coffin and pallbearing.
TWO POEMS – Vanessa Napolitano
I become great at darts, a phenomenon
on dart circuits, earning enough from darts
to pay for lobster rolls
TWO POEMS – Hana Wilde
maybe they look down
at their bodies as they left them
in neat rows, heads of wheat
crackling green and gold
FICTION | Summer Buzz 1960 – Anne Irwin
She arms herself with the metal pipe of the Electrolux
with the precision of a marksman
ONE POEM – Steven Brisendine
(coffee, pastry,
food-words,
unfettered time)
TWO POEMS – Elliot Ruff
Words words words black as a cat.
I just saw you in the periphery of
Manet’s Olympia — or maybe Cézanne’s
COMFORT FOODS // Ode to the Palta – Ulrike Durán Bravo
…across the bitter world, a sweet gift from Pachamama
like my father who taught me to feel
and press its skin: a map of lost worlds
ONE POEM – Helen Ferris
In the southern heat,
giddiness spread in a slick of sweat.
A stale and sweet smell embraced the girls
as they danced and danced
and would not stop dancing.
Porridge 