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You realise you haven’t eaten in days   Dirty dishes line the counters; your twin toddlers glitch in and out of their high chairs, mustering twin howls of outrage You give up; pass out on a floor slick with plumbing malfunctions Someone, as always, is watching and will come to your aid   Your husband is home from work but his pay barely touches the bills strewn across the front lawn Sometimes you wish for a meteor, or a swarm of bees Sometimes you think the only way out of this suburban hellscape is through the foundations, trapped waist-deep, pissing yourself into the cellar   Someone will make it all right; and anyway none of this is real: leading scientists guess we are ninety-nine-per-cent probably living a simulation   Against your better judgment, you pull up a chair and Play Video Games until 6 am   You realise you haven’t eaten in days
Swimming Pool; No Ladder

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November 2019

Flora de Falbe

poetry

October 2019

Three Poems

Jenna Clake

poetry

October 2019

SELF-PORTRAIT AS THE OPENING OF A WINDOW ON A HOT MORNING   Three men carry a large snake home....

Poetry

Issue No. 26

DRAKE EQUATION

GBOYEGA ODUBANJO

Poetry

Issue No. 26

i’m running out of data on the train everyone is feeling particularly lonely it isn’t enough everyone & me...

Poetry

Issue No. 25

Two Poems

Charlotte Geater

Poetry

Issue No. 25

THREE DAYS   so it’s like, we shouldn’t press our cheeks together like we think / we know because...

Three Poems

Poetry

June 2019

Deryn Rees-Jones

Poetry

June 2019

EYES TO THE RIGHT, NOSE TO THE LEFT     I had heard wrong. Someone was weeping.   *   But I couldn’t tell...

Poetry

April 2019

Three Poems

Kim Moore

Poetry

April 2019

ALL THE MEN I NEVER MARRIED No.4     Last year at primary school, our last Sports Day and...

Poetry

March 2019

Three Poems

Joshua Judson

Poetry

March 2019

WARM UP   Imagine that you are chewing a piece of gum. Chew it. Focus on the thought of...

The Barbara Hepworth Blues

Poetry

Issue No. 24

NJ Stallard

Poetry

Issue No. 24

At the bottom of the garden, my mother and a woman dressed like Barbara Hepworth argue over a sculpture of my birth,   if...

 

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