Someone is Spying on Me and Nodding Off by Daisy Thomas

Someone is spying on me Well I can't write a poem can I when I am too busy feeling like one Oh, how abstract of me I lost my voice on a four hour walk dropped it in the dungeon of Goodrich Castle where I said (because we climbed the wall to avoid the £7 [...]

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Baggage Claim by James Croal Jackson

Planes fly in circles all day, all night. You traveled alone, again. There’s always one bag no one claims on the belt. Movement stops, you wait in the airport’s clinical lights while conversations blend to a drone. Beach bracelets and t-shirts in tow, others wait for rides in the river of cars. Passengers from other [...]

My Life as a by Jonathan Coward

my life as a  bricks fall on our heads        as revelations like i forgot you then remembered more than i forgot an unquenchable thirst  of one whole year in polarity   somewhere offshore/onshore and scrawled over    a fresh white sheet are the voices of friends from an overcast day in june each too generous for words           or something to that effect JONATHAN [...]

cul-de-sac (spectral) by Jonathan Coward

cul-de-sac (spectral) for the first time terminus did not agree with its dictionary definition but was boundless in a way i’ve dreamed of late. undulating sheep fields with big oaks knocking around by the road. a long-pictured stand-in for somewhere-on-sea meaning terminus. purple wormhole terminus over kings cross saint pancreas. imagine that! a crunching gravel [...]