by Chloe Jacobs I don’t know why bitterness is my mother tongue Why my readiest tools are sharp Biting Where I learned to be so cruel Who schooled me in dead-eye dead-pan Spoken-word violence Who taught me to pick fights Take names, break kneecaps Bite to the elbow the hand extended To feed me I […]
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by Soo Yi Yun If you feel hollow inside, Embrace those fragments of light through your curtain slit. You will be alright – Day by day, bit by bit. If you feel hollow inside, Draw out those fragments of love From the darkest corners of your mind. They are like the dove That brings you […]
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by Michael Leong I wrote you a poem – It was a twin fangled star’s crossing the park end of the universe It was a covert signal, a beep beep beeeeep fax machine beaming quiet whispers to desert islands Where jawas, marooned in silver storms would ponder our deepest secrets Huddled around broken words they […]
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by Alexander Walls The night is dark. The rain – it lashes down, Its persistent pattering, dolorous To my ears. The dull, sombre sky has drained. Hearing the downhearted drops of the rain, I think of such boundless, untold concepts. But, like the rain, I find myself discharged, Resigned to the asseveration from Above. Now […]
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by Jacob Warn Green was the colour of day when clods stuck to corduroy on cool mornings as a boy. Green was aching for envy at the daisy chain she’d plucked and his chin gleaming with buttercups. Green was the lie of sucking grass – a child’s drug – and sap that boys claimed […]
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This entry was the winner of the Oriel Writing Awards: Poetry Category for 2015. Congratulations! *** Eating Disorder – Jade Tinslay Wear me on your lips, your delectable hips, my opulent weight a fine coat draped over your craving bones. Let me nestle about your thighs, glaze your eyes. Let me taste you, […]
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by Jacob Warn At Pusey House entrances and exits on a scene: entranced by sober vigilance, pagan minutiae the wings – a hollow, chamber space Mark me! Penitent face. Stand, a side-long and, wait, now in with lengthy stick or bowed head. Execute all impatient not we who sit and watch this play. A […]
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The Poor Print 