Fur Drop
What worlds
we build
to keep
the wild
beauty
we killed.
What lives
we lead
so we
can guard
the treats
we need.
What beasts
we are
to wrap
such fear
around
our fur.
What would
we give
to let
us save
the…
Niall Bourke is originally from Kilkenny, in Ireland, but now lives in London. In 2015 he completed an MA (with distinction) in creative writing at Goldsmiths University of London. He writes both poetry and prose and has been published in…
Swarm
By Laura-Blaise McDowell
I see him on a documentary about swarms.
A scientist in the United States who has isolated the pheromone used by the Queen Bee to control her workers.
He has bathed in it.
He walks slowly…
Aching On Return
By Eva Griffin
Slow humming in my chest
the size of a pinhole
where the Little Skellig might fit
as I ride backwards through Mallow
pulling away from the edge over and over,
further still from the…
Nightmare
By Rachel Sobylya
A crustacean carousel spins
and I cannot dismount a hideous lobster
and mother has abandoned me
and I am screaming.
I wake alone and it is the first time since he left
and I…
I Couldn’t Say It To Your Face
All day I walk around the city with an unfounded sense of confidence. I feel good, the way sometimes you just do, and somehow I avoid reflections and thinking about love, or the loss of it, or my…