They say a lot of the work of being poly is scheduling. When I say ‘they’ I mean smug influencers with poorly produced podcasts, and when I say ‘being poly’ I hate myself.
Tag: writing
ONE POEM – Marianne Habeshaw
My family observes the emu cage. Beaks so vengeful, I realise we’re taking the piss.
POETRY IN TRANSLATION – Bartosz Konstrat, tr. Dawid Mobolaji
But from time to time it does exist. Something like a stray lash under the eyelid
trying to catch its last breath.
ONE POEM – Atma Frans
They’re small animals
wriggling to get out
Just let us touch the crust, they say
feel it crackle
ONE POEM – Satya Bosman
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.
ONE POEM – Finlay Worallo
You are sun-skinned, but my half
of the planet is tumbling into the dark.
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
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
Porridge 