Here lie abandoned gyro crusts and Bundt cake crumbs.
Your fingers shine with olive oil grease
Tag: writing
FLASH FICTION – Lizzie Holden
The water is so clear, the sunlight snakes across the rocks on the seabed, I can see the relaxed mottled skin of her arms below the ripples of surface, her arms leisurely open and close like silky breath.
TWO POEMS – DS Maolalai
waking
at midnight
to piss
on the sand dunes
and the sky overhead
like a badly
scratched frying pan.
ONE POEM – Nóra Blascsók
In an ideal world
the washing machine
is a portal to clean linen
dishes lean back like sun
loungers by the sink
ONE POEM – Nicola Maclean
Zones one to three have become a long-distance relationship.
Underground, Hades and his sardine dead
reach their eleventh hour
ONE POEM – Alice Foo
The angel comes unbidden
on a Thursday morning,
knocking briskly, handing me
a pineapple and thirteen coral-tinted roses.
ONE POEM – Ryan Clark
Below the wall the soil
leeches contaminants
from an artificial hill rising
out of the field like a wart.
ONE POEM – Barnaby Smith
the small hours are all about compost—
wanderlust of priceless larvae
& transcendent effect of unremarkable habits
ONE POEM – Angeliki Ampelogianni
our language, a softness taken root
a teaspoon of rain over us
as we greet this new life
ONE POEM – Rose Foran
I saw them. In the mind’s eye.
A vision once obscured, then clarified.
ONE POEM – Jhilam Chattaraj
Cubed potatoes, sliced onions—their oil bath
followed by a tender sauna.
TWO POEMS – Al McClimens
‘She named the major constellations
while I gawked at them and reached out to touch.’
Porridge 