And thumbs and along each vein. You’d surrendered. Your voice which was sweet air, soon coarsened and grained.

a sad fruit hung low in the blazing sky. Picture Yellow, Cherry, Orange by Mark Rothko Biography: Özge Lena’s poems have appeared in The London Magazine, One Art, Orbis, 14 Magazine, Abridged, and ...

the caritas of the lonely angels on the stark street corners ...

We accept the first born of the chickens. Their loitering in the yard busies the day.

And peck her cold dog nose.

And that was Zero Gravity singing Cosmos Blues – from our window we can see the suns are shining brightly today here on lovely Alpha Centauri …a news update before we spin another tune The Outer ...

What I heard. I herd the blend of hurts.

Let’s have a surprise. Let’s have a a dream which isn’t under control.

the one eye he cares about, and it judges but comprehends too. The insects, white and blurred, swarm a song of the dim bulb. The next door lives his priest, and next to that a whore. The road quivers ...

In the dressing room, on a high from it all, Robbie says; “I felt like Elvis, but thin.” For me, I think this might be the ...

Can wash the balme from an anoynted King.

This week the Labour government have been trailing their plans to continue the Tories’ war on the sick and disabled by restricting disability benefits (known as Personal Independence Payments (PIP)) ...