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…

Bisque Effigy by Kristin Garth

It was your week to have the head — bisque effigy, right side of the bed where in evenings you shut your eyes, blue as two which you lie beside — human not porcelain seen each place where you have been. Tonight those flutter, close, clinched tight while you await communion, coquettish night, full of…

Happy Birthday by Ian Lewis Copestick

It’s my Dad’s birthday today He’s 78 years old. Next week I will be 47. Getting old is shit. There are some good bits, I think I’ve only been, not Happy, but content since I’ve been in my ’40’s. Before that I spent way Too much time worrying About what people thought. Now I really…

Three Poems from Matthew Borczon

My heart   Is a bullet without a gun a rope without a tree a knife without a sheath it’s whiskey without water a dog off its leash looking for a porch to sit out the rain. My hands   Are birds with burned feathers the devils instrument ten sausages on a vegan’s breakfast plate…

NO ONE KNEW HE WAS GONE by Bradford Middleton

It had been a tough, tough life and Jack had grown bored, so very bored of how his middle-age was shaping up. In the not too distant past Friday night would have meant a time to unload, a time to just get completely drunk and forget all the ordeals that had afflicted his week at…

YATES AND YOUNG EP SPLINTERS DUE FOR RELEASE 27.09.19

YATES AND YOUNG EP SPLINTERS DUE FOR RELEASE 27.09.19 SINGLE and MUSIC VIDEO‘WHERE ARE WE NOW’ 20.09.19  New Peter Yates (Fields Of The Nephilim)  5 track EP collaboration with Jo Beth Young (RISE) Peter Yates (Fields Of The Nephilim) releases a new EP of progressive, deeply atmospheric, dark and beautiful tracks in collaboration with Jo…

A Crappy Poem by Ian Lewis Copestick

It gets so frustrating Waiting for someone, And they’re over 20 minutes late. You look at your watch Every couple of minutes. Keep looking out of the Window every time You hear a car. Keep an eye on your Phone, in case it Starts ringing. But, what can you do ? What can you do…

MARSH BARTON FINK By Tom Leins

Marsh Barton Industrial Estate, Exeter, Devon. Silvio Foxx is a tall, uneasy looking man. He watches me cautiously from across the buckled concrete floor of his warehouse, an unlit high-tar cigarette dangling from his plump, girlish lips. “Mr Rey?” “That’s what my probation officer calls me…” He grunts, unimpressed with my humour, or my prison…

It’s Not Addiction It’s My Science by John Patrick Robbins

A friend asked me.  “Man, when are you going to stop drinking and chasing ass? I mean haven’t you had enough of this shit yet?”   I was puzzled at this question for I wasn’t merely some run of the mill drunken womanizer like all the rest. I was a scientist dedicated to my life…