by Claire Collison
Highly Commended in the Bare Fiction Prize for Poetry 2016
That was the summer you learned
there was a point to eyelashes,
and that having cancer didn’t
make yo... Read More...
by P.C. Evans
Whether writhing on a dormitory bed
In this cheap hotel
With a Medusan flapper
With her pubic lice
And a quarter of cocaine
Or staggering through the gutter
Transfix... Read More...
by Miranda Peake
You take me on a tour of women –
we start with sisters, blue and grey they bleed
into each other. Cardigan arms loosely painted
over shoulders, they lean in and talk ab... Read More...
by Matthew Broomfield
the lake has a temple amongst the bulrushes
and each morning, it sends minnows
to sacrifice themselves at a muddy altar
as praise to the god called rain
the trees ... Read More...
by Pete Maguire
Highly Commended in the Bare Fiction Prize for Poetry 2015
Once, I saw, a blank hand place a blank thought upon a blank page; nu poetry,
and once I heard a tree bark, a ... Read More...