Not Room for Death by Kirsty Niven
There is not room for Death Nor atom that his might could render void Since thou are Being and Breath And what thou are may never be destroyed. – Emily Brontë When we are wrapped so tightly in this bed, so cocooned that the sun cannot touch us, no draught can slip between us, there […]
There’s More to Know by Kirsty Tither
Spectacles hang on a chain around her neck, pale and partially entombed in florals. Warmed by a navy fleece she stoops, weighed down by pleases and thank yous. Delicately veined hands clasp protectively at the leather handbag hung on a shoulder that has held far more. She tucks a tissue into her sleeve. There are […]
What’s Holy by Jackie Chou
After Allen Ginsberg Sleep is holy where I revisit chambers of my childhood home So is waking to coffee with cream and Sweet’n Low where even the grime on my mug is holy Starbucks is holy too not for its seven-dollar lattes but the effervescence of its sparkling water for two seventy-five It’s holy to […]
The Hypnotist by Mara Lovelock
There are three parts of you she says Can you picture them? The first built her house on solid ground after consulting all the best architects The second has no home to speak of lusting only for food, sex The third one, she says is hiding in a tree house above watching you both waiting […]
Blue-Eyed Soul by Paul Ilechko
It was a song an obscure song that came filtering out of the depths of the unlit places we had been sleeping for hours and as usual I awoke before you did you were still snoring as I left […]
