POETRY

Atomiser

Grace AbercrombieZoe FryApril 27, 2026FractureComment

Speaking

Mike RussellBunny WhittonApril 26, 2026Fracture

The Mango

Maisie HollowbreadFayth SimmonsApril 9, 2026

Automated Life

I’m not broken,

I’m bruised,

Martha TargettDan EveryApril 9, 2026Inheritance

The Magic Lantern

Oh, Mother, do you remember

that tiny red projector,

decades old, that you still treasure so greatly?

Sofía TapiaImogen ScottApril 2, 2026Inheritance

My Aspect of Lack

I was the last within my class to stop believing in God

Which is, in many ways, entirely odd

R.M WildeKaylee mooreMarch 17, 2026Bloom

Seeing Blue

Time / spreads out / and space

so that all the / constituent parts of existence

Martha TargettBunny WhittonMarch 15, 2026Reverie

The Dying Seconds

Indulge me; hear my faint, fading whisper.

I will tell you of the dying seconds.

Mike RussellPrakhar SharmaMarch 13, 2026Reverie

NW 22nd Street

“Don’t turn down that street,

don’t turn down that street,”

I pray to God.

Saara FikreeLara van SoestMarch 12, 2026Fracture

Eleven Ways of Looking at Azaleas

I

Has he seen azaleas before?

II

They’re different shades of pink, just like the flowers he gave me

through the phone when we were long distance.

Saara FikreeLara van SoestMarch 12, 2026Bloom

Right of Way

We march across to Trafalgar Square with indignation

At the cold tightening our hands, shortening our breath.

Imogen ScottAmelia Faure WalkerMarch 10, 2026Fracture

One Pound Daffodils

‘I’m sorry, I’m atheist.’

I say to the man who stands on the corner

Babbling about baptism at me, leaflet in outstretched hand,

Lucy TurnerEloise PayneMarch 1, 2026Bloom