By Queen Mob

Poet in April

TORPID SLIVERS #42

/ Colin Raff / Misc
Blast the metal with air from a pair of bellows to keep the morning brisk...

Goodbye

VLAD INTERVIEWS: Michelle Penn

/ Vlad Savich / Interviews
I wrote my first poem when I was nine, however the path to becoming a writer has been anything but linear...

POEM: Medha Singh

/ Medha Singh / Poetry
The last toothless body fades to a period as it falls to the centre of the earth...

POEMS: Susie Campbell

/ Susie Campbell / Poetry
The DEFASURES project developed out of my ongoing interest in the ways both text and textile respond to damage and repair...

POEM: Enver Ali Akova

/ Enver Ali Akova trans. Melih Levi / Poetry
The melting of the rocks which split the stream into two, or more with artificial ticktocks...

FICTION: Four Moving Parts

/ Ruben Bix / Fiction
The man stood in the city park with a baby strapped to his chest and an earbud in his ear...

Waking Dreams

The Other City

POEM: Alolika Dutta

POEM: Keko Prijatelj

/ Keko Prijatelj / Poetry
Over the desert a sight Oasis rises and I Remember the ocean...

Out of Key

Remember When?

/ Whiskey Radish / Comics
All you could find in Char's cupboard was a bottle of mustard...

Burst O’Teh Web

/ Queen Mob / Burst
grilled cheese sandwiches with pickles and fries and our tall glasses of chocolate milkshakes...

POEMS: Peter Cole Friedman

Offside

FICTION: Tom Doolie