Just hint at fault, the ivorysmile, the rising forehead.Don’t trust the checkedwool pants that salt andpepper the eye as he fliesdown the leafy boulevard.Jerry Lee Lewis on radiocausing itch to the air,the delicate girl barefoottaken in stride, trying hardnot to lose her ingenuity.Still, we allow for the longfaces, the Modigliani hangto the man in theContinue reading “Salvatore Difalco: Gums and Pomatums”
Author Archives: Cat Chong
Jennifer Mills Kerr: Gray Charm and Blossoms, Blemishes
Gray Charm Winter afternoons, tender and breakable. The iron weight of garden, dark with yew and holly, a creak across my soul. Around me, aged firs, grown aslant –the stress of mountain winds–and purple moors beating, beating. One question leads to another, comfortable music in my mouth. No flowers down the path. A day latticed.Continue reading “Jennifer Mills Kerr: Gray Charm and Blossoms, Blemishes”
Angel Dionne: Dreams of Splendor
Angel Dionne Angel T. Dionne is an associate professor of English literature at the University of Moncton Edmundston campus. Her writing and art have been featured in several surrealist and experimental publications. She is a member of the La Sirena surrealist group. She has also published a surrealist poetry collection, Bird Ornaments (Broken Tribe Press,Continue reading “Angel Dionne: Dreams of Splendor”
Simon Ravenscroft: A Relative Play of Wax, Haze
To see the world as if through a dragonfly wing… (I am thinking of Zenithoptera laneior the clearspot bluewingabout which I recently read a paper explainingthat this creature’s distinctive bluenessis a result of diffuse light scatteringin the layers of wax crystals that forma composite structure in the wings,enhancing colour.Iridescence resultsfrom this multi-layered structure:longitudinal filaments belowContinue reading “Simon Ravenscroft: A Relative Play of Wax, Haze”
Jhani Randhawa: SQUALL (excerpt from Pacific Gothic)
We once wrote each other letters from stone littered beaches newly eroding, from fog, from tropicsOne of these letters arrived in a torso-sized envelope, water-stained and wrinkled— it was slipped through a gap between the door and its frameIt was a letter of abstractionInside, my friend rendered in a night-flash a photograph, and on itsContinue reading “Jhani Randhawa: SQUALL (excerpt from Pacific Gothic)”
Eugene Skeef, Geraldine Walsh, and Ed Epstein: ‘Dream of my grandmother’
Credits for videoPoem written and recited by Eugene Skeef Music composed and performed by Ed Epstein ‘Bird moves’ art by Geraldine Walsh Collage created by Eugene Skeef ‘Sometime around 2020, Eugene Skeef invited Geraldine Walsh to engage with him in a creative quest. It was at the beginning of Covid lockdown. They exchanged poetry and artwork via distanced digitalContinue reading “Eugene Skeef, Geraldine Walsh, and Ed Epstein: ‘Dream of my grandmother’”
Mark Wyatt: How Ascaláphus became an owl
Mark Wyatt Mark Wyatt is now based in the UK after teaching in South and South-East Asia and the Middle East: ORCID . His earlier poetry appeared in Ambit, Echo Room, Litmus, New Statesman, PN Review, Poetry Durham, Poetry London Newsletter, the Rialto, and elsewhere. In the last year, he has written a sequence of visual poems thatContinue reading “Mark Wyatt: How Ascaláphus became an owl”
Nadiya Aamer: seared
Nadiya Aamer I write. Love old trees and dark nights. I live in Lahore, Pakistan.
Dylan Hussey: Thrown Beside
Dreamt a stormagain last night — in the bath listeningto thunder. First time in 31years heard it clap, like actually two bright handsapplauding. And as I reread myselfupturned in the tap, enumerating Marysalong the plug chain, a voice frombehind the door said “all this is quite simple, really,eternity in the ironing cupboard”. Dylan Hussey DylanContinue reading “Dylan Hussey: Thrown Beside”
J.L. Moultrie: ‘anti-sonnet’, ‘axiom’, and ‘untitled god poem’
anti-sonnet layers of autumn leaves the clearing’s confessionthe woven seas persisted in altered states eludingmy castigated shell desires inspired by the candorof oleander my hells didn’t include verity, silenceor the subtle violence of prayer axiom faced silt-veined mirrors grains tiltedby inaugural pain a nomenclature formy spinning limbs aspects of endingsunderpinning nature like fawns caughtin feralContinue reading “J.L. Moultrie: ‘anti-sonnet’, ‘axiom’, and ‘untitled god poem’”
