By Hugh McMillan Thank you for your submission. We have many submissions and it is our policy to reply to all submissions within six years. Please do not get in touch before…

By Hugh McMillan   I imagine in the future anti-matter might be delivered by our Evri driver, the one with the pony tail who’s so kind to old ladies and has that…

By Hugh McMillan Railway embankments are fantastic things, scooped like wings against the sky which today is a cold blue.   Willowherb, going grey as beards, and stiff stained grass tinted black-…

By Steve Evans.   In the style of a poet who makes a point of never really arriving (at a point, that is), I have watched and noted my own comings and…

When we fed him to the fire he didn’t complain, not even a squeak. I’d expected a last weary comment, some small and specific dissatisfaction: my hair’s parted wrong I don’t like…

By Steve Evans.   The dark is suddenly louder and I am still. The stove clock says not even its usual zero. Light retreats along its wires. The outside comes in.  …

By Steve Evans. Tonight the lines can lie untended in their texts, the songs hum themselves to sour sleep, the chapters chafe restless but ignored and characters lost in a maze of…

translated from the Russian by Jena Woodhouse   At sunset, when the sun went down, We lay down to sleep;   Early, early did we take our rest, Our prayers unsaid;  …

By Jena Woodhouse. Above the deep-blue girdle of her groves Moscow’s church-bells drizzle rainy notes. Along Kaluga road the blind men rove—   A road steeped in Kaluga’s songs and ways, Erasing…

By Jena Woodhouse   How to confront the harshest muse, the one whose masks are myriad, who ultimately, when exposed, will have no eyes, no face?   How to confront the nemesis…

by Jane Frank

By Jane Frank That birthday is still caught in faded snapshots. We searched   for stone candles in the skinfolds of hills found circles in the process of becoming   squares rocks…

by Les Wicks   Predators like us know all about preservation of energy. Background music — a drummer falls into his set the ribbon gum has a hohum on — sheds in…

By Les Wicks   There was no plan that day, not too many plans anyday back then.   Came up from Sydney to stay with Taye, see how she was going with…