Poetry Corner | Woooajhhhaohahahapahaahshoooahhh

Posted 2:05pm Sunday 24th September 2017 by Brennan Gale

This is the time to strike, the time for us to be reborn, a native imbalance, restoring the faith of our past. Once again, we've failed, failed to reinvigorate our retinas, failed to reach the desired result. We were once great, now we're shredded, dreaded, beheaded. Thoughtless opinions, Read more...

Poetry Corner | Machinations

Posted 2:55pm Sunday 3rd September 2017 by Mel Ansell

Great cogs turn beneath me. The people and things around me  rotate toward and away from me,  orrerie of some incalculable gravitational  pull. If we are close - let us be close,  lock teeth. For some force is already working  against us, pushing on. The Read more...

Poetry Corner | institutional blues

Posted 1:22pm Sunday 20th August 2017 by Vanessa

    when theres shit in your shoes and ant it the news when youve done a u turn and noone takes turns left or right or in between no-ones saying  what they mean, institutional yellows like custard pudd, voices in my head saying do what you should but Read more...

Poetry Corner | (No Title)

Posted 12:52pm Sunday 13th August 2017 by Darude

Rotate Jolting with the pivot  as a roiling boil bubbles your  bloodstream too little, a tepid time bomb or else, volcanically explosive coating your cell with the splatter of mincemeat all will be resolved at the next flat meeting “Do we need a Read more...

Poetry Corner | The Redundant Executive Senior Lecturer (A 7 year university grant)

Posted 2:28pm Sunday 23rd July 2017 by Leah Macpherson

Practised fingers pluck each chord, the melody a fresh wave splattering sea water on the assembly of the elements Quick movements on multiple strings conjure the wind, a deep rumble, gusting southerly heart break Head tilts into the eye of the storm, eyes closed, mouth Read more...

Poetry Corner | Leef

Posted 2:02pm Sunday 9th July 2017 by Ariel Pons

autum is heer and leevs are brown once green on tree now they fal down   and so i see on path i tred in front of feets leevs gold and red   i like to step on leef with jump they make nice sound i lov the cronch   tho i tired and want of sleep i run in Read more...

Poetry Corner | Issue 13

Posted 1:54pm Sunday 28th May 2017 by Charlie O’Mannin

His wispy fingers fiddle with his penis flicking, scraping, brushing, bursting into imaginary mates with a phantom orgasm.  He clambers around his simple platform and ropes. His enclosure is the kindergarten of children looking in. Their breath pearls the glass.  I question the Read more...

Poetry Corner | Issue 12

Posted 1:54pm Sunday 21st May 2017 by Critic

HOME Before I met my love, I could not picture myself farting In front of someone I also fucked. Brighid Morgan   FOR RENT renting - a room with a view - room for one room to sleep but two slept then not slept to make three to make sure no one slept. J.D.R.B.D Read more...

Poetry Corner | Issue 11

Posted 1:27pm Sunday 14th May 2017 by Mel Ansell

What night was it? Perhaps the tenth or eleventh, I was used to the heaviness of your sleeping body already, after all, generations have slept beside each other. It is nice to have just another piece of evidence of my humanity. Our ancestors knew the shapes in which to bend to hold, but Read more...

Poetry Corner | Issue 10

Posted 3:06pm Sunday 7th May 2017 by Jess TC

Saturday and I am done, No more, sweet children, No more fun.   I dry my sheets, and make my bed —the Diesels have lost their power— Kettle’s boiled, Netflix instead, And then I’ll read for an hour. Ready for an early rise, My heavy head drops Read more...