I crumple the sea in my dreams wake
to the shallow pool of my head
I should go North lose weight catch up
with the other divers hear words slip jelly-like ...
‘Night Frequencies’ by David McCooey
The lights in the street
are gold or white or blue.
The primitive grass says nothing
of what’s to come. ...
‘Chick Lit’ by Vivian Yang
I am a chick
You don’t call it lit
But I read it.
I am the protagonist
The girl who loses part of herself ...
‘sun after rain’ by Carla Sari
sun after rain
a fox dares me to cross
her path
‘Tattooed Hooves’ by Lorraine Marwood
The outline of horse’s hooves
are tattooed into the drought
baked road. White clay
gravel hard, and the echo ...
‘Hurt Sonnet’ by Justin Clemens
I’m listening to Hurt, which Johnny Cash
now sings: the needle’s in his voice, a ghost
lends him its wings, and even with the clash ...
