Two Poems
Anthony Caleshu’s forthcoming book, from which this pair of poems is taken, is titled, A Dynamic…
Anthony Caleshu’s forthcoming book, from which this pair of poems is taken, is titled, A Dynamic…
Storrington Place of storks and green- clad chalk. Are the Gypsies still perched on ‘The…
A cormorant dives to feed, then perches, its wings spread to dry. There are fish,…
When I first moved to Dublin, I thought there were a lot of out-of-shape athletes…
I am made endless for your pleasure Again and again emptied and filled A frail…
‘I had a dream about you last night.’ Sarah, stuffing wet tuna into pitta pockets…
Missiles flashed, and it was beautiful— flares in the darkness of a fallen world where…
Born by the river, out in the sticks I was born on a bend on…
George waits in the parked van. His mind is somewhere between sleep and the wood…
Worthless. Humiliated. Deeply uncomfortable. Skin crawling. Awful. Shitty shit shitty fucking horror shit shit cock…
Come on in. Try our new Chicken Selects. Forget food. We should send them luggage.…
“What face?” I said again. I wanted to help. I wanted more wine. My flare-ups,…
What a beautiful day to be a nihilist. The sun shatters like a wine glass…
70 I’d like to set you to The tune Of ‘Wolves A-Howling’, So you can…
And so the time came to rent an office space. We must all find our…