The Poor Print

by Elisabeth Rees You dropped your watch in the pool and it sprung Out glistering like a gem; the dog’s fur Touched the river and uncle damned the young Because it meant he couldn’t fish; then when her Hat blew away, Grandmother shouted for Julia, who, under the portico, Chipped her tooth. Reciting from the […]

by Peter Webster Round and around goes the fly in my roomHe’s a little head and he fliesBut never seems to stop circling, my room Photo by James Hill

by Taylor Gray Moore There was no wailing, at least none for him.Order’s long to rust. So many sleepingchildren wallow in the dust while sallowold men pull each other’s teeth with bone pliersalong the edge of Belgrave Square—and let it burn.Here, Sherlock Holmes will last be laid to rest.Watson’s solemnly silent, hat in hand,and fresh […]

by Taylor Gray Moore The sun, which we’d forgotten about,Knocks at the wet grass,Slowly reclaims its own spaceOver the brooding mulch of Oxford,Over the sleepy beings therein. Heat reclaims its own dying embers,The vacant breadth of a lust.Here’s where we’re meant toBecome summer; to make payOn services so far renderedOr make our one, final, howl. […]