Poem of the Week

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To Syrian Children You all are culpable— for wending your way to schools for going to hospitals, for playing in open spaces and for keeping at your dreams within a country in rags. Yes, you never knew that you would be going down with a…

Queer Reptile This is my season of alertness. We’re sorry, your call cannot be validated as dialled. I wouldn’t be caught dead without my Ray-Bans. Please check the number and dial again. My lime claws slip out from my pink pineapple…

The Imaginary Friend pinches inside the centre of my chest like an axial graph folded and ripped, an extradimensional shift to shit, cinched with the rented smile of a guest he suspects that his greatest achievement is unravelling the…

Flight Flick the determined grey beetle off the page and its elliptical half fortress trundles back again. Fog billows over the spangled banner in July like smoke, like the Atlantic is of a mind that’s hot and made up. There’s a seagull…

Dead Field in Memphis Waving the evil thing before our eyes This here’s devils work, he cries Ma threwn it into the pyre We was outside the skullteachers hutch. The Bagavad Gita, the Tao te ching The Talmud, the analects of Confucious. Ma …

Human The fact that he's rolling down the old fear through scraped, incremental homesickness makes his intelligence a gunfire journey. The skies cocoon phantoms. Fifty jeers for the ninth wife, who asks walls about the inferno in a metro.…

Blind Séance Sears ..........Disordered blind seer’s sight: meaningless pen scribblings and cave scratchings shredding all material gains & guns to nothing, the bright sun also rises & the black morningstar also sets, one…

The Hum A gardener in Arizona has died. The man was tending a lawn in Douglas near the Mexican border. But driven into a frenzy by the broken mower, his arms started interfering with the sky. They came down like a drone,  like a bearded …

Eritrea The engine stops. Water the only sound Lapping against the wooden hull. Wrapped in the autumn night some squint For the shore, for the light of Europe. Below deck, those in crowded sleep bob With the tide like hope bobs in dreams.…