POETRY

I am the dog

It is because I am the dog

Waiting at your door

Dark eyes, darker while I beg

You for more.

Maisie HollowbreadGeorgia-mae TanMay 7, 2026Fracture

Arrival

Glistening teardrops run down

The frosted window of a packed train carriage.

Two more hours of standing, stagnant

Kaylee MooreFayth SimmonsMay 6, 2026Fracture

Why is Apathy

considered the thief of joy;

that which provides the ultimatum

in constraint between stimuli and response.

Fayth SimmonsLara van SoestMay 6, 2026Fracture

Learning to Lose

A light filled room

Linen sheets on a single bed

Oak tree coming into leaf

Carolyn WellerSarah BickMay 6, 2026Fracture

Dumb Phone

For the year I’ve been back

It has sat alone at the fireplace

Early noughties: flip screen, numbers reading ABC

Dan EveryBunny WhittonMay 5, 2026Fracture

Atomiser

The measure of my breath

The cauterised gash under you

Grace AbercrombieZoe FryApril 27, 2026FractureComment

Speaking

I’d ask you if I could.

You’d answer if you could.

Mike RussellBunny WhittonApril 26, 2026Fracture

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

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

Act of Defiance

I build to break,

and to keep myself from breaking.

I build towers with stories

that pierce the heavens.

Kai ReyesSarah BickFebruary 28, 2026Fracture

You In My

Do I see you in my mind,

on days of being supine and bedraggled?

Muhammad Khurram SalimZoe FryJanuary 28, 2026Fracture