Verse

One Poem

You are earth and death. Your season is darkness and silence. No living thing is more remote than you from the dawn. When you appear to wake you are onl... Read more

Four Poems

Vanishing Act Only two out of ten people die in Abu Dhabi, the rest simply fail to have their visas renewed; they are bagged, tagged and placed on the next a... Read more

¡Qué tontos los ingleses!

Brexit feels personal. In my late teens I lived in Madrid, the solar plexus of the body of main-land Spain. I spend my life returning to it, now, an always-retu... Read more

Pemberton

That was the promise, a triumph Of the soul. I still believe that. The Waters are delinquent, the rivers Unfold and unfold. A heron’s unreadable Ink, th... Read more

The Home of the Foot

That’s about as exciting as a vee of Geese – in other words, it’s very exciting! A man pumps out his man-milk. We Didn’t clean these, it was only theatri... Read more

Books

The first flash mob in Europe met in Rome on 24 June 2003. Three hundred people entered Messaggerie Musicali, a large book and music store, to ask its staff... Read more

Tourism

A poem from the back of issue 42, the very last page, the last thing you'll be able to read of the issue, by Jay Barnett.

Statement & Legal Activities

Statement I wasn’t there that night. And if I was, I didn’t know. Not that they were drinking, you hear things sometimes, it’s only now I realize they did so... Read more

Four Poems by Mustafa Stitou

On leaving the bar I heard / a painter say that astronauts / often grew up without a father.