Men without women, or, how at my local pub I’d sit and watch an ageing whore by Mandy Beaumont

he got that tattoo for that bloke she used to mess around with. Can’t remember his name. Never wore closed in shoes. Always smelt of Chinese food. Smoked the blues. He hung around the edges of corners and seemed like he was always placed and waiting for me to walk past him. I always thought he more »

A beginner’s guide to book burning by Alexandra McCallum

1 ou don’t know why you built a fire. It wasn’t cold. And the strip of grass between the wooden house and the wooden fence was so narrow that you’re surprised you didn’t set something alight. You were talking. About movies probably. And the computer games you hadn’t played for years. And the disgusting instant tea more »

Matt Hetherington ~ Five Poems

It, Again like a child, naturally you want to make it new to make it powerful or pretty and be done with it before it’s ready to be free so you keep it inside and lord it over it like you’re the god that you don’t believe in … Temporary Like America it doesn’t rhyme more »

Dollarbirds by Melissa Ashley

Dollarbirds by Melissa Ashley 24 March Early Wednesday morning my sister drives me to the private hospital. My name’s called in the waiting room and I’m led through double doors, shown into a small office. A nurse dressed in green questions me about fasting, allergies, former operations. I’m weighed, ‘so they give you the right more »