Behind The Shops by Ian Lewis Copestick

I walk the graffitied, dead-end streets Behind the shops, where the drug kids meet To drink weak beer, and smoke super-strength weed There are no jobs, so they sell drugs Tiny pieces of crack and smack to the mugs Whose lives are  sadly, totally controlled by need I go to the shop for cigarettes The…

Things That Are Mass-Bloody-Produced in Bloody Leeds by Don Stoll

Back then Ellen had wavy hair falling on her shoulders. But twenty years on, even with it chopped short I recognized her in the paper right off. Then I saw the headline about the Leopard of Leeds being caught, all credit to Detective Inspector Ellen Flay of the York and North East Yorkshire Police. She’d told…

Recommended Read: Donny Jackal by Paul Matts

It’s 1978, and young Donald Jackson is stuck in a dead-end job and in a dead-end town. But Donald is invigorated by the punk music revolution that is sweeping the country and he dreams of being the singer in a punk rock band. When a local band’s vocalist dies, Donald has his chance … Paul…

SNAKE CHARMER By Tom Leins

I don’t wear a suit very often, but whenever I do, I end up looking like a football hooligan making a fucking court appearance. Some men like to dress to impress. Most days I wear jeans, t-shirts, hoodies – forgettable items that can be easily replaced if the blood-spatter gets too bad. Opposite me, Alan…

My Philosophy by Ian Lewis Copestick

I know that I can be a pain In the arse type, and that For reasons I have never Fully understood, a lot Of people really dislike me. But all I’ve ever wanted is For us to be truthful and Try to communicate with Each other honestly. That’s why I write. I really Believe that…

Insanities Of A Different Type by Ian Lewis Copstick

We live in a world Devoid of magic and Wonder. God is dead And nothing has yet Replaced Him. Yet, The world has not Become a more Rational place. It’s Just that insanities Of a different type Take hold .Tonight There is a huge, fat, Full October moon Just hanging there In the sky. It…

Bedtime With The Wolf by Ian Lewis Copsetick

Bedtime With The Wolf I get out of a red hot bath, And due to the cold Shiver and shake like a Withdrawing alcoholic. Towel myself off as quickly As I possibly can. Get my Pyjamas on and slip into A nice warm bed. I pour Myself a strong drink, Light a cigarette and try…

Passed It by Ian Lewis Copestick

Middle age is beginning To sit comfortably upon My shoulders. I can handle The wrinkles, I’ve been Balding since my late Teens, I’ve never been What you might call a Looker, and looking Back over my youth I Don’t see much to miss. Of course age brings Its own problems and Difficulties, but acne, Sexual…

2 Poems by Ian Lewis Copestick

Lewis Copestick For now it’s overcast and grey But, the real darkness is on its way You can take that as either meaning On this rainy, late September evening My father’s lying in the hospital My love for him makes my heart full He’s hopefully coming round from the anaesthetic I’m so scared shirtless, it’s…