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


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


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.

Table Talk

Table Talk (consisting of three poems) 1 When people talk about people they say ‘they’. They do it over the starters. You’re sitting between them and nod no... Read more

Two Poems

On 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.


1 The land’s forever making noise of rise and fall, the grand parabola. But must it always paraphrase? The moon can’t blink its shining cornea toward t... Read more


In the supermarket upturned octopuses lie on stones of ice as on a cold beach or an operating table. Obscene, as they should be with their legs splayed, thei... Read more