GLEBE COW: if – upright –gotta start moo own statemoo polyglot statelick it from ice (drools) if only oronly if – or –parse? the moo fieldherd the moochainprove moosengot plans – may₿huh? (drools) state is as it used to ₿ (drools) coulda ₿nsellin at Sothe₿ston grand of eth – oo ooover the moon ormooin thatContinue reading “Joe Marsh: Glebe Cow Monologue”
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Michelle Dyrness: extract from ‘Night for Day’
Michelle Dyrness Michelle Lynn Dyrness’ work as a visual artist explores methods using accident, intuition and the suggestive revealed in the unexpected. She has exhibited extensively, and is a frequent collaborator across disciplines, exploring the ways image and language inform one another. Recent publications include Square Confits (Overground Underground, 2022), individual imprints from So WentContinue reading “Michelle Dyrness: extract from ‘Night for Day’”
Lydia Unsworth: Walk Around Town
fairy lights rock from the street lightsin a curled windwe thought we’d see starsbut they’ve gone and done thiswrapped a rough blanket round our knees we cried in the direction of the seathe black on black water slap slap slap in my faceyour presence like a hand on my hard hearta push in the chesttheContinue reading “Lydia Unsworth: Walk Around Town”
Aodán McCardle: an extract from ‘small increments’
Aodán McCardle Aodán is a painter, poet, ex:gardener/tattooist, he has delivered babies warm in the dark and wrapped the dead in white hospital cotton. He is a co-editor at Veer Books. His PhD is on Action as Articulation of the Contemporary Poem though physicality and doubt are the site of meaning and the stance respectivelyContinue reading “Aodán McCardle: an extract from ‘small increments’”
Colm O’Shea: an extract from ‘[Untitled]: (a meditation)’
Week Two.– There were rabbits here last night, I tell her, here in the garden. Three. Three rabbits, all around the same size, adults, I think. They came out in the evening, right around now, possibly a little earlier. They stayed around for a while and disappeared again. – They might be waiting for usContinue reading “Colm O’Shea: an extract from ‘[Untitled]: (a meditation)’”
Wendy Allen: Unreliable Narration in Prague
Did we split up in Prague? We spent a night in that weird hoteldo you remember? where our room, and the hotel gym,were accessed by funicular, and you knew I didn’t like heights and the smellof the incline made me swallow bile andyou told me you’d fucked R the night I saidI wanted a babyContinue reading “Wendy Allen: Unreliable Narration in Prague”
Mike Ferguson: politicians lie
Mike Ferguson Mike Ferguson is an American permanent resident in the UK. His recent publications include the found prose poems collection The Lonesomest Sound (Knives Forks and Spoons Press, 2019), the truth-elusive vignettes And I Used to Sail Barges (The Red Ceilings Press, 2020) and the found poetry collection based on philosophy texts &there4 (Beir Bua Press, 2021).
Sarah Cave: extracts from ‘Read the Red’
‘Who gave me language?’ asks Alice. Cookie Monster Nietzsche shrugs carries on eating cookies. Elmo Tolstoy begins: ‘Early maps of Alicia denote creative process seenthrough the gap between shirt buttonsand noted as responses to marginalia, impressionist taprootsshredded by arrows, doodles, hoes becoming lecturers’notes, prose fragments, spiralling patterns and haphazardfootnotes.’ ‘I am what I’d call a practisingContinue reading “Sarah Cave: extracts from ‘Read the Red’”
Sarah Wallis: Cauliflower Dreamin’
O to exchange this brocade of cream bubbled brain and dank chartreuse skirt, for abubble gum-pink bonnet, breeze-rippling petticoat… I’ve seen troupes of peonies dancing the cancan, kicks and giggles, but being me, aheavy old bucket, the cares of the kitchen calling – how could I escape to the flower-dreamers lush, voluptuous waltz? But… howContinue reading “Sarah Wallis: Cauliflower Dreamin’”
J. R. Carpenter: the trees
for Christine Stewart starting. to do some thinking.about trees. and the light they inhabit. the corners they round. the hills they climb.the ridges they crest. the winds they break. and the way. some are for display.and some are for hiding behind. thinking. also. about trees.and their doubling. shadow trees. wall trees.water trees. trees of pureContinue reading “J. R. Carpenter: the trees”
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