I’m on a train between two towns Towards a town that once was mine I knew of its anatomy Familiar to its queer design Your veins: the...

Laura Lamarca's Memoirs of a Messed-up Mum is a striking new collection of poetry and prose, written in diary form. Drawing upon great...

1st January I am everything and yet, I was nothing... I. I am streak within stillness and scent within storm, with stature of Saturn-- I...

I want to be trapped behind windows, amongst forgotten records, with the scabs and memories of those gone before me who lost the good...

Oh sea, enormous sea, wild heart Of irregular beats, evil heart, I’m more tender than that meagre staff That rots in your captive waves....

Solus greatly enjoyed pondering, turning the great questions over in his mind as he gazed out at the waves caressing his front lawn....

Where do you go to my lover; tell me Why do you rejoice in my pain’d look When your shy form retreats; as soon you’ll be Like my heart....