A + E and others poems
Broken into pieces by spies. Do you know my sister?
What is it you want with her? Amber spring showers.
Revolution is a recipe we can’t win. A hole haunts my bathtub of gin.
When I was a boy I pretended to drown every time
my pearly toe blue a swimming pool. I want to sigh a kite.
For the past three nights I’ve been sleeping in A + E.
Electricity has made a mess of me.
By Charlie Baylis.
espionage
“… and then I did remember, but at this stage it was too late–the pages were all ruined, out of my hands, and then there were the hanging children.”
New fiction and art by Roman Muradov.