make it prescient like fried curly hair
and bold image
warhol-bright so your eyes explode
in a glimpse of ba-ba-boom
Tag: porridge
ONE POEM – Stephen House
we keep walking
maybe fearful of touching
in front of others
unable to be completely who we are
two men with love
happily growing older
together
TWO POEMS – L.T. Pelle
the genre of god
is locksmith and that’s
why neon is always
looking for a sign :
Foxglove – Kathryn Tann
You caught me, Foxglove, with your upright colour. You turned me from the river thinking I had been alone. I liked your pale and speckled belly, and the tiny fragile hairs guarding your mouth.
Nick St.Oegger – Kuçedra: Portraits of Life on Europe’s Last Wild River
“For most of us living in Europe or the US, we’re so used to seeing altered rivers that we don’t know what a wild river looks like.”
ONE POEM – Ceinwen E Cariad Haydon
Most of my life-years,
you were already dead. Even in our brief overlap
you were not known to me.
It’s hard being a poet in 2020 – David Giles
It’s hard being a poet in 2020
Which is when this will be published
If you have the GUTS to publish it
Which I doubt
Being bitter & twisted
My Response – Lucy Zhang
In response to your suicide letter, I write that I now order a bowl of vegetable ramen from the local Izakaya whose waitlist fills up twenty minutes before its five pm opening.
Feed Me and Tell Me I’m Pretty: A Personal Essay – Charley Barnes
C.S. Barnes reflects on her complicated relationship with food through the years, from comfort eating to comfort starving. Features discussion of eating disorders.
ONE POEM – Keli Foster
I swam in the Gulf of Thailand with you.
I held you, small as a kumquat, in my own dark, small sea.
ONE POEM – Teodora Lalova
I often think of telling you
There is something wrong with time here.
I’m not sure whether I age faster or, quite the contrary –
Once we’re introduced again, I’ll be annoying in my youth.
ONE POEM – James Carroll
She’s pulling up weeds from the flowerbed
And then starts feeling one tug back,
Wrapping her water grip and dragging her
Through the claggy earth.
Porridge 