The Journal 

By Emma Conally-Barklem Vespertine Delicate pinion of rose gold gathers warmth towards the centre, A gilded bloom which can only be...

By Colette Mbariko On the desolate nights I lie awake drowning within my solitude. The loneliness creeps in through the back door, Yet...

By Vanessa Hiller I moved faster than a hurricane. Lucid dreaming followed me and swallowed me whole; I took a dram of liquid honey and...

By Stephen Mead Intimations of hypothermia sweet as condensed milk thicken blood, a sort of peace, this consciousness releasing stillness...

By Paarmita Vedi Ashes Getting Dispersed in Rohtang I speak a name. Of a place. A name stitched deep into my cold skin. "Rohtang" - a...

David Leo Sirois, a double feature Sirois' reading of 'Over Water' can be accessed here as a recording: https://www.reverbnation.com/davi...

By Tyler Elizabeth Hurula The hallway is long and covered in wood that sometimes splinters and snags at the too long, tattered-up hem of...

By Rebecca Kenny Today I crashed my car and now Several parts of me are broken. My spine Was chipped, breastbone split; My pelvis divided...

By Simon Constam In my 68th year, a woman with whom I spoke only perhaps a couple of dozen times 30 years ago when she used to come into...