Poem of the Week

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.…

Nataraja The Sun aflame in the cosmic lantern bound/we are mere ghosts,  revolving, the flame surround/played in a box whose candle is the sun/ round which we phantom figures come and go. Omar Khayann, Rubaiyat. His hair spun in halo, the …

Season Finale Winter is coming. White Walkers in red caps waking up from oxycontin hangovers with pent-up rage even guns can’t soothe, goose step to the sound of Trump. Wall street strumpet struts her stuff. Iron Throne bought and paid for.…

Missing Home a man passing by; do you have one euro? he asks and I say sorry man - my dog will now attack you he says and I say no, he won’t how do you know? he says and I say ‘cause it’s a beautiful fox terrier – and I love dogs - and he…