Short Fiction
The stone path stretched away around the sun-bleached rocks and out of sight. Scanning her eyes further up towards the Cloud Rock of La Cumbre, she could spy grey horizontal streaks and bobbing pips along the oblique route to Roque Nublo, betraying walkers making their slow journey. It was the symbo
Poetry
Don’t forget the hiding thought that made the moon so embarrassed. I’m embarrassed too moon, for you & your second-hand shine. Your eclipsing self-regard, your fictional solace above in a nova of salt angels & astronauts fucking on your aromatic moon belly washing away the footprints of
Poetry
He’s just a boy, you tell yourself as you lean into the sad corners of his mouth, curling up, becoming small amongst those creases, tracing that auburn cowlick like a damp ring road, loneliness in the bedroom between you both, his jarring youth seemingly lost under the weight of the room’s waves
Poetry Weekly – Kei Patrick
Bazaar. We aar we aar bazaar bazaar we cannot help but lose time lose it whatever we aar we do bazaar ………things.
Poetry Weekly – Goodbyes
(a) conversation I laughed and laughed through a mouthful of beads, teeth crunching plaster tongue folding plastic to powdery wisps of lettered strings. Inside his eyes stood a tiny fist wristless swinging and knocking in reach — “The night isn’t always shouting and crowded.” Our br
Poetry Weekly – Flux
Flux Kei Patrick ………………………What ……………………………………….am …………………………….I ………̷
Vida Adamczewski – Poetry Weekly
We leave bits of our bodies everywhere which means the hoover is always full of skin She spent the morning pulling his hair out of the plughole Felted into fibre glass, her hair Chokes up the hairbrush. When she is half awake, She dreams about it falling out in clumps. She’d look odd bald; an
Bugs & Caterpillars – Poetry Weekly
Caterpillar By Adrian Hobbs It was small at first, the mark he left. Awake, I felt along my flank and noticed, for the first time, a hole, cylindrical and exact, bored through me like a flawless bullet. It did not take much light to see the redness on my hand, the loss that left me […]