after Georges Perec & Raymond Queneau Five Foreword fly over in contents. It is an overcast first pages of Exercises, second Style of Queneau. A plan lands on the order. A black and white complexity passes, accompanied by its expert: a figures wearing a woolly range, scrolling his figures figures. Figures of speech in aContinue reading “Sarah-Clare Conlon: Daily Permissible Exercises In Style: N = N”
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JD Howse: Extract from ‘Sodomical Practices’
JD Howse JD Howse works across poetry, film, and collage with a particular interest in form and structure. His work thematically deals with hauntology and media, often in tandem with gay history and neurodivergance. He has a BA in English and MA in Creative Writing from Royal Holloway, University of London and works in print production. HisContinue reading “JD Howse: Extract from ‘Sodomical Practices’”
‘I don’t want to talk/ about our species’: Saskia McCracken
A Review of Anna Selby’s Field Notes Saskia McCracken is a writer and editorial advisor at Osmosis Press. She is completing her doctoral research, on Virginia Woolf’s Darwinian animal tropes, at the University of Glasgow. She is interested in environmental and generically unstable writing. Saskia’s debut pamphlet, Imperative Utopia, is forthcoming (-algia press) and sheContinue reading “‘I don’t want to talk/ about our species’: Saskia McCracken”
David Ralph Lewis: Relocation
You are moving out of a flat you never lived inattempting to figure out what is yours, what belongsto the absent landlord, the shadow that is burnedinto the fraying wicker carpet. You fill cardboardboxes with soap and shells. The sofa disintegratesat your touch and is swept away by ant colonies.Corridors lead to hidden courtyards drapedinContinue reading “David Ralph Lewis: Relocation”
Lisa Alletson: Hike with my Sister
In the Drakensberg mountains–ancient Zulu battlegrounds,we return to hike our childhood trails. Sweating in the African sun,we clamber boulderslaughing at circling vultures, careful to avoid the blood-redblooms of sharp spiral aloesdotting our path. We pass the cliffsidewhere you once insistedon waiting with mein a storm, terrifiedwhile Mom and Dadclimbed to the summit. Pausing at aContinue reading “Lisa Alletson: Hike with my Sister”
‘froth/forth/from/form’: Briony Hughes
A Review of Robin Boothroyd’s ATOMISED Briony Hughes is a AHRC funded doctoral researcher and visiting tutor based at Royal Holloway. She is interested in kinetic movement in language, water bodies, the archive, and site-specific writing. Briony’s publications include Dorothy (Broken Sleep Books) and Microsporidial (Sampson Low). She is a founding member of the CrestedContinue reading “‘froth/forth/from/form’: Briony Hughes”
Mike Ferguson: Echo
I What is the salient difference between reflected and bounced? Asa replication of sound there is an implicit and derogatory suggestion this is not original. In processing and acoustics there is resonance that signals its return as prodigal or waylaid or quite simply the aural residue of forgetfulness. Reverberation. Sonar and waves are heard inContinue reading “Mike Ferguson: Echo”
The urgency of Comic Timing: Michael Black
A Review of Holly Pester’s Comic Timing Michael Black is finishing a PhD at the University of Glasgow, on Virginia Woolf and William Blake. His work in progress writing is most easily accessible online via the poetry journal and forum, Adjacent Pineapple. He was included in an anthology edited by Colin Herd, made for the centenaryContinue reading “The urgency of Comic Timing: Michael Black”
Nora Blascsok: Headspace
Nora Blascsok Nora Blascsok is a Hungarian poet based in Brighton. Her poems have appeared online and in print, including on Harana Poetry, Babel Tower Notice Board, Streetcake Magazine and in a Broken Sleep Books anthology of immigrant poets.
Mark Goodwin: Mad Vandal’s Dry April Ramble
Teach rotting five-bar gates to walk; to pulltheir broken plank-bones from long grass-strands. Thump the compactedground of paths with blistered balls of bare feet. Cut wrinkled fertiliser bags, foundin crisp ditch-bottoms, into strips to dressthe desiccated carcass of a badger asan angel of the dry daze. Claw flints with bleeding fingernails to proveblood’s runnier thanContinue reading “Mark Goodwin: Mad Vandal’s Dry April Ramble”
