Seán Hewitt’s Tongues of Fire

Juliano Zaffino “For woods are forms of grief / grown from the earth” : Seán Hewitt’s debut full-length collection of poems, Tongues of Fire, begins in familiar territory, both figuratively and literally: of the forty exquisite, tender, exultant and exalted poems, fifteen were previously published in his acclaimed pamphlet Lantern, and ten of these iridescent poems appear in [...]


Rochelle Roberts The forest, large-eyed, dank and disordered. Leaves billowing, wanting something likelungs to open up and breathe. They screamtragedies as I walk away from the path into the dark teeth of trees, taste burning, smokerising, mystical, in the shape of ghosts. Myshadow holds my body, the air like grit between the branches. I touch tree trunks and they [...]

White Boredom

Rochelle Roberts You, with teeth and white boredom,tangled in my sheets, your fingers stuffed inside, as though you think I might enjoy it.  I pretend to be a hollowed-out tree, bear-furred around the wound, yourprofile reminding me of old grievancesrattling around my head like loose teeth.  I hate the coldness of your lips on myindifferent skin.  My body sinks [...]

Ayesha (2)

Manisha Chummun I wish I could begin a painting of her. I grabbed a paint brush. Too bad, I'm just a poet with clumsy hands.  I figured out her paradox, The girl who can suffuse La Dolce Vita, Bringing colors and sweet scents to a nondescript workplace,  also has the blatant appeal of a Chiaroscuro art composition.  Here I am, sitting [...]

Musings over Metamorphosis

Yuan Changming Sure, I would paint my skin Into a colorless color, & I would dye my hair Wear two blue contacts, & I would even Go for plastic surgery, but if I really do I assure you, I will not remove my native village Accent while speaking this foreign tongue (I began To imitate [...]