Poetry. Barcelona, by Thomas Dedola. Image: the silhouette of a sleeping man in the foreground. In the background, a light silhouette of the skyline of Barcelona.

poetry: Barcelona

Barcelona During the night I play dead for 6 hours or so, my last rites sung out by drunken voices on the Rambla. There is a wine spot in my dreams,  which always seem to take place at  the end of my second cousin’s quinceañera.     You’re always there – of course you are –   your […]

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Poetry. Accidents, by Dominic Palmer. Image: the silhouettes of a man and a woman face away from each other. In the middle of the letter 'D' is a knife.

poetry: Accidents

accidents Sunday evening finds us in the kitchen. You’re washing up, I’m rolling flatbreads out with tension like a mortise in my gut.   We’ve heard the news: a relative of yours, a garden afternoon, a sudden slip, and somehow, that was it. My hands still grip   the rolling pin, yours soak in a

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Poetry. Prelude by Jennifer Todd. Image: the silhouette of a young boy running.

poetry: Prelude

prelude                  i   So here it is. Sophie never existed.   And yet. She’s the unfinished vitamins.   She’s potential caught briefly in a knot of cells.   A handful of heartbeats. The dates on my calendar   made free.              

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Poetry. Those enivronmentally inaccessible neanderthal caves of include me nevada. Colin James. Image: a silhouette of a desert with an opening washing machine in the middle.

poetry: Those Environmentally Inaccessible Neanderthal Caves of Include Me Nevada

Those Environmentally Inaccessible Neanderthal Caves of Include Me Nevada Evidence of our forebears’    cliff cave pollution spreads.    From way up here    an irregular series of white dots.    Closer examination reveals    old washing machines, dryers    left out to soak up some sun.    If you listen carefully    below the

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Poetry. Hole by Nancy Iannucci. Image: the word 'hole' with the letter 'o' entirely blacked out.

poetry: Hole

Hole What would Emily say if she could see the movie adaptations of Wuthering Heights? Would she think Hardy was the proper Heathcliff, more so than Fiennes or Dalton? Would she accept Emma Mackey’s portrayal of her in Emily? I wonder what she would think of Kate Bush yowling on the moors in a red

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