Dear Sephora / It Must be Difficult to be a Poetry Editor / Vacancy – by MONICA FLEGG

Dear Sephora,   I sprayed my wrists with the sample of perfume you sent called Alien which should be renamed Alienate, because even my dog won’t come near me, and … Continue reading Dear Sephora / It Must be Difficult to be a Poetry Editor / Vacancy – by MONICA FLEGG

Coming Home / The Great Railway Station Robbery – by NICK KITTO

Coming Home?   We lie entwined, the silence Between us punctuates the Bardic tangle Our very joining Elemental, and now I Feel all of me Deep within, her Murmured moans … Continue reading Coming Home / The Great Railway Station Robbery – by NICK KITTO

Dulla Bhatti – by PRERNA BAKSHI

Dulla-Bhatti (First appeared in Pear Drop)   “Sundar Mundriye ho! Tera kaun vichaara ho! Dulla Bhatti walla ho!”   Catching me by surprise, sang my father, in Punjabi on the … Continue reading Dulla Bhatti – by PRERNA BAKSHI

Stars and Struggles of Love / Dopamine / Bukowski, and the dog-eat-dog world – by SUVOJIT BANERJEE

Stars and struggles of love   The little cosmos inside you had died a million deaths, and like big bang you’ve woken up from the comatose hands that surrounded you. … Continue reading Stars and Struggles of Love / Dopamine / Bukowski, and the dog-eat-dog world – by SUVOJIT BANERJEE

Love’s Thunder Or Crying on my Piano / Ketchup Kid – by SAIRA VIOLA

Love’s Thunder Or Crying on my Piano Stripper heels , French nylons, a bottle of Jack, and Cobain on rewind , dust balls line the wooden floors with gauzy trails … Continue reading Love’s Thunder Or Crying on my Piano / Ketchup Kid – by SAIRA VIOLA

Rhyming Rues – by SRISHTI DUTTA CHOWDHURY

 Rhyming Rues -Srishti Dutta Chowdhury     trimmed claws across gran’s terracottaterrace sounds of a lonely conchshelledanklet, as a wayward windmill lands against notes of sonatamoonlit, while auburnish-yarned-fur steps across stackedkeysbrown, pleasing cinnamon-cochlea; … Continue reading Rhyming Rues – by SRISHTI DUTTA CHOWDHURY

I’d Rather Capitulate to Satan – by MICHAEL MARROTTI

I woke up on a Saturday morning hungover, but with good intentions. My head was throbbing, so was my urine erection. I rolled over on my right side to the … Continue reading I’d Rather Capitulate to Satan – by MICHAEL MARROTTI

Empty Electronic / But / Still Haunted / The Second Coming/Don’t Choke / Easy Does It – by SCOTT THOMAS OUTLAR

Empty Electronic     Flash drive oblivion white washed with scarlet light fever soothing the scabs with a salve of scratches down to the bone that grinds to dust that … Continue reading Empty Electronic / But / Still Haunted / The Second Coming/Don’t Choke / Easy Does It – by SCOTT THOMAS OUTLAR

Invisible Man – by C. C. O’HANLON

  I can’t say when, exactly, I became invisible. There were intimations of it – in the eyes of shop assistants focussed elsewhere, or not at all, when I spoke to them, … Continue reading Invisible Man – by C. C. O’HANLON

Of Darker Things – by LEE HAMBLIN

Of Darker Things   They spoke of many things that day. But mainly they spoke of yesterdays. Or, to paint the more truthful picture; it was the old man who … Continue reading Of Darker Things – by LEE HAMBLIN

The First Sip – by PENNY BARRATT

The First Sip By Penny Barratt     “Are you feeling OK?” he asked as I pulled open the passenger door with uncoordinated force. He adjusted his sunglasses in the … Continue reading The First Sip – by PENNY BARRATT