Category: 058

Candyce Lange – “In the dream”

In the dream I painted the kitchen chalk boring white and in the dinky town where I lived, my sister lived near enough to give me advice. She said if I were planning to sledgehammer an arch between the kitchen and the dining room I should do it now while I was still young. My Read More

Karen Dennison – “After he’s gone”

After he’s gone I scour dead light,             coded impulses hurtling through blood-dark space,             island suns that broadcast their lonely semaphore. My heart’s a pulsar             sweeping the night, warm breath on cold glass            condensing to gas clouds, constellations. I search until             the stars switch off and the shore of sky             Read More