‘The book is inflected by a general sense of apprehension that we all have at present – an awareness of the possibility of world-ending events.’
Even Worstward, Oh (Brexit Beckett Rag) Chris Power·29th May 2018Three years. Three years on and ever worse. Sick of the either we tried the other. Now sick...Number 45 | Europe in PiecesVerse
The love languages of Donald J. Trump, Jr. Elana Seplow-Jolley·14th March 2018Rob could we speak now? It feels like it’s been a timeless century, my heart overgrown with lichen and green moss.Number 44 | The Female GazeVerse
Pemberton Noelle Kocot·28th November 2017That was the promise, a triumph Of the soul. I still believe that. The Waters are delinquent, the...Number 43 | Have We Gone Blind?Verse
The Home of the Foot Noelle Kocot·28th November 2017That’s about as exciting as a vee of Geese – in other words, it’s very exciting! A man...Number 43 | Have We Gone Blind?Verse
Books Heathcote Williams·3rd July 2017The first flash mob in Europe met in Rome on 24 June 2003. Three hundred people entered Messaggerie...Number 15 | The Québec IssueVerse
Tourism Jay Barnett·29th June 2017A 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. Number 42 | Days of ShameVerse
Statement & Legal Activities Ester Naomi Perquin·21st January 2017Statement I wasn’t there that night. And if I was, I didn’t know. Not that they were drinking,...Number 41 | How Can This Be Possible? A Survey of Dutch WritingVerse
Four Poems by Mustafa Stitou Mustafa Stitou·21st January 2017On leaving the bar I heard / a painter say that astronauts / often grew up without a father.Number 41 | How Can This Be Possible? A Survey of Dutch WritingVerse
Table Talk Ester Naomi Perquin·21st January 2017Table Talk (consisting of three poems) 1 When people talk about people they say ‘they’. They do it...Number 41 | How Can This Be Possible? A Survey of Dutch WritingVerse
Two Poems Mustafa Stitou·20th January 2017On my back I carried the coffin in which my father lay. / Bent low by its weight, I staggered forward step by step. / My pace slowed, the burden was too great, it was beyond / me. Number 41 | How Can This Be Possible? A Survey of Dutch WritingVerse
Understudy Jana Prikryl·3rd November 20161 The land’s forever making noise of rise and fall, the grand parabola. But must it always paraphrase?...Number 40 | We Had No Say In ThisVerse
Superposition and Collapse Martha Sprackland·3rd November 2016I drop it at the bus stop, not drunk, I don’t think, just cack-handed and carrying too much...Number 40 | We Had No Say In ThisVerse
