CAN – AKHIM ALEXIS
Can you feel the air from / my lungs dance on your / feet when I sigh. Can this / sigh create enough release / for my chest not to feel / constricted by your disappointing / attempts to clarify or categorize […]
FEATHERS – WES TERN
“An astronaut?” “Sure.” “Can I be President?” “Not only can you,” his mother said. “I think you should be President. You’d make a splendid one. I’m sure of it.” “What about a peacock?” the little crow said. […]
STOP, GO – WILLIAM HARRIS
An impatient Claire Hulme swore loudly as her car came to a stop. Trapped behind a lorry behind roadworks, and the clinic just round the corner. ‘It’d be quicker to get out and walk from here’, she said to no one, checking […]
THE GARDEN A STORM SEES IN THE DESERT – PRIYANKA SACHETI
Every desert is a garden / but it takes a storm / to hew possibles from / the stony impossible. / In footsteps of departed rain […]
RED CORAL GROUPER – ROZ KEEP
I have been living in Hong Kong on the very small island of Lamma which has a population of approx 6,000 and where there are no cars. Life is quiet and gentle but we live with a giant coal powerstation, which supplies us and the whole of Hong Kong […]
GREEN VELVET – SUE JOHNSON
the hillside is clothed in green moss / like the velvet dress I wore / soft as a kiss on my body / its delicate folds […]
TREASURE BOX IN CASE OF GENERAL COLLAPSE – PAUL NOIRECOMBE
Paul Noirecombe is a young poet living in Besançon, France. After having completed a master degree in English Literature, he co-founded a “poetic tandem” called […]
WALTER QUIGLEY AND THE NOT QUITE FORTY SHADES OF GREEN – CLIVE COLLINS
Clive Collins is the author of two novels, The Foreign Husband (Marion Boyars) and Sachiko’s Wedding (Marion Boyars/Penguin Books). Misunderstandings, a collection of short stories, was joint-winner of the Macmillan Silver PEN Award in 1994 […]
THE GARDEN HOUR – GARETH CULSHAW
There’s a woman who’s painted / her garden with geraniums. / Grown evergreens to bring down the sky. / Hoes the soil until […]
CROATIA – SHANE CASSIDY
I’ve been wandering around the streets of Barcelona repeating the question: What does green mean to me? I’ve just finished a 12 hour shift and instead of reflecting on the colour, I find I’m repeating it over and over. As though the depth […]