Made of Stone – Kay Ryan’s Odd Blocks
When my dad claimed that our cat was a bit stupid, I simmered with fury at his betrayal of a …
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Wide Open Space – Vera Pavlova’s If There Is Something to Desire
Wayside shrines, flowers strung up on lampposts with a couple of turns of parcel tape, wither and rot but, once …
Do You Realize?? – D. Nurkse’s A Night in Brooklyn
Watching horror films, I nestle my tongue into the roof of my mouth for fear of biting it off. Whether …
Man in the Mirror – Ben Parker’s The Escape Artists
It’s difficult to pin down what exactly it is about a George Shaw that’s so disconcerting. At one level, there’s …
Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger – Kevin Reid’s Body Voices
‘I am long and pink. At first I am hard but, when you bang me, I go soft’.* I suppose …
I’ll be your Mirror – Liane Strauss’s Leaving Eden
It was already an alcohol fuelled night when we arrived at Campo dei Fiori‘s The Drunken Ship. I was out …
Town Called Malice – Formerly by Tamar Yoseloff and Vici MacDonald
In the days before mobility scooters, it was the ornaments and the net curtains, running in ribbons along the terraces …
Beautiful Strange – Chrissy Williams’ Flying Into the Bear
It’s just easier to think in shorthand. Certain brands – political, commercial, or artistic, trigger knee-jerk reactions of love, or …
Time of No Reply – Fiona Moore’s The Only Reason for Time
When my phone buzzed on that July morning, its screen read SOMETHING’S HAPPENED. DON’T WORRY. I’M OK. The brevity of …
Generation Sex – John Hartley Williams’ Pistol Sonnets
Training to be a priest in Rome, St Peter’s Basilica inspired awe and reverence. It wasn’t just because the dome …
Poor Rude Lines 