Category Archives: Poetry

Elegy for T. Kennedy by Sarah Firby

My thoughts of wolves are troubled, now. They are aging academics, paperback in one hand Rohypnol in the other. Home-wreckers, vandals. Lurking, aimless and pathetic, Leering. But once upon a time wolves were simply, as you put it: The best. … Continue reading

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W. H. Auden visits the Café North Pole by Kirsty Law

Smoked salmon in my opinion is an overrated dish but please feel free to try particularly picked fish. in their absence vegetables are conspicuous. Half rotten shark and tail of whale should certainly be tried although owing to the smell … Continue reading

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Manuel by Sherezade García Rangel

As dawn opens the night The blankets weigh on him more than before. In the day, his time is kidnapped. In the night, no one expects him to get up. The old house, this big room, in the closet an … Continue reading

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The Ghost of Christmases Yet to Come by Ben Schwarz

The moon is ill. A black tire swings from the Broken arm of a tree Robbed of its sling. A bike hangs twisted through the hole like Half-chewed spaghetti. We woke up one morning To find the curtains hiding no … Continue reading

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Kite by Jessica Mannion

spun spindle full of filament stretched out and shining―stretched― so far in sky so brimful blue it almost makes you cry― the end of it―that string-part twined around the spool―how stupid― wasn’t tied―! how stupid―careless―children are― it’s lost the kite … Continue reading

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Of Oddities and Commodities by Jay Russell

We’ll take all the rule books and each page we will rend, Loose perceptions of reality seem to buckle and bend. Men without eyes lead you to seats, The idea of normal seems to retreat. Oak trees and pines hang from the … Continue reading

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Near-Death Experience by Martin Pond

He watches the girl as she runs across the park. She must be about eight or nine, he thinks – any older and she would not be towing the helium balloon along behind her in quite such a carefree manner. … Continue reading

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