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 practising Atheist…’…
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… how daring and…
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 pure…
Review: Island mountain glacier by Anne Vegter (translation by Astrid Alben)
Aodán McCardle and Iain Rayner review ‘Island mountain glacier’ by Anne Vegter, trans. by Astrid Alben
Review: Wreathing by Ali Graham
Tom England and Jayd Green review Ali Graham’s ‘Wreathing’
Russell Willis: Leaf 179 from a Gradual, N. France, ca. 1550
Russell Willis Russell Willis won the Sapphire Prize in Poetry in the 2022 Jewels in the Queen’s Crown Contest (Sweetycat Press) and has published poetry in thirty online and print journals and twenty print anthologies. Russell grew up in and around Texas and was vocationally scattered as an engineer, ethicist, college/university teacher and administrator, and…
S.C. Flynn: Phase Change
Somehow I always know when it starts;when the locusts have reached the point of swarmingand the desert breaks away to fly all nightdesperately seeking the green it cannot see,a book of a billion fluttering pagescarried on the wind, each square metre teemingwith thousands of voracious lives. I wait,sweating in bed while the cloud rolls onuntil…
Eli Dunham: KNIT ME MY FENCE
my neurosurgeontold memy brainis aballofyarn.knitknitkniti don’tknowhow toknitmyhippocampus& it’ssecretswhatdoes afencehave incommonw/ ananchor?the needles ora feelingthe emptymirror(they bothcontainsomething)theski maski calldreams Eli Dunham Eli Dunham (they/them/theirs) is a queer, neurodivergent poet living in Sacramento, CA. They earned their BA in English frome Illinois State University in 2014 and then went on to earn an MFA in Poetry and…
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