Outside the ward, there were at least fifteen people waiting, some sat in chairs and others stood around. I pulled out my phone and scrolled through my emails looking for something, anything to read. I couldn’t get comfortable leaning against the wall but it would have to do.
Yeah, I’m going to put her bed in the living room, I heard a man say. Could you come down at the weekend and help me move it?
You think she’ll be out on Monday? Continue reading “Aimee Campbell: Hospital”
Bárbara Mesquita is an architect and an artist. Twitter: @barbararrm
What fire hath wrought.
Melted wires, sparks. Cables
litter the machine-room floor.
A surfeit of color,
coded chaos strewn
over gunmetal grey concrete. Continue reading “Robert Beveridge: Disconnected”
A man’s body is his currency
Burning life upon Facebook friend request
Tendency to burn all the wishes for likes
Or the likes for wishes we like
Are we on the rag?
A rug as the tag…
A fag swing song
In mediocritas thong. Continue reading “João Pinho: FETISH FUTURIST”
Bossa Nova for the Turchin Twenties
To the tune of “Para Machucar Meu Coração”;
after Peter Turchin.
Wouldn’t change a thing is what you said, habib,
to coffee as
you danced with your girl—
in dining rooms, Continue reading “Josh Lipson: Bossa Nova For The Turchin Twenties”
When the dust mask is covered in soot I take it off and add it to the sack slung over my shoulder. The rubber straps have left imprints all across my face, sore to the touch. I take another one out of the box and put it on anyway, trying to change the angle enough so it doesn’t dig into the same grooves as the last one. The seal fits poorly over my beard but I already used my last razor and I haven’t made it to the store yet.
I’ve been making progress, though. For example, I’ve almost caught up to whoever is on the road in front of me. I haven’t actually seen them yet, just their sack. Judging from the size, I’m guessing whoever’s pulling it must be twenty, thirty years older than me. For every time I manage two or three steps, they’re lucky to move an inch.
‘Página 28 de la Gramática General Española’, found file, 2018
Bruno Neiva is a text artist. This is a found, unaltered piece, a page Bruno took from a Spanish book on linguistics. It’s a piece on the (supposed) European solidarity towards refugees. Curiously, the original book was published a long time before the crisis. The author used the theme by accident just to illustrate an example of a basic syntactic structure. Website. Twitter: @umaestrutura
Four photographs by Jefferson J.W. Wayne
These four photos were taken while Jefferson was working along the Houston, Texas ship channel and are apart of a collection he’s building to present along with prose under the title As Dawn Breaks Over the Cancer Factory. As an industrial firefighter and process operator he is privy to these sights every day. They are an attempt to showcase the current future of industry as it moves forward to its slow death in the world.
Turkeys for Christmas
The future is stupid,
The past is a bastard,
The present, coalescent.
So what’s left?
Mark Coverdale is the Art School Mod Poet. Born in Darlington the year Elvis died. Now in London via Oldham writing and performing socially and politically observational poetry. Published by Penguin. Twitter: @cov_art
As guest-editor this month, I was fortunate to have published a small selection of stunning, future-facing poems from Astropolis (Haverthorn Press, 2018) by Astra Papachristodoulou earlier this month. I also asked Astra if she would write a small piece on Astropolis, which she has kindly done.
The methodology of Astropolis Continue reading “Astra Papachristodoulou: The methodology of Astropolis”
David Turner is the founding editor of the Lunar Poetry Podcasts series, has a City & Guilds certificate in Bench Joinery along with the accompanying scars, is known to the Bristol, Kristiansand and Southwark Community Mental Health Teams as a ‘service user’ and has represented Norway in snow sculpting competitions. Originally from London but now living in Bristol. No greater current ambition in life than to achieve Grade 1 in piano. Widely unpublished. Working-class. Picket line poet. @Silent_Tongue
untitled future objects
the garden of technological progress
Dorset-based artist Pete Treglown has developed a multi-faceted approach to making art works. His work is essentially a form of audio and visual assemblage, collecting images and ideas from varied sources and combining them into re-contextualised narratives that have a socio-political content. Website address www.prtreglown.com
Official – Subject To Final Review
P R O C E E D I N G S
(9 :45 a.m.)
CHIEF JUSTICE GIBSON: We’ll hear argument f this morning in Case 84-2532, Android Rights Coalition verses The People’s Republic of America.
ORAL ARGUMENT OF TX-38 Continue reading “Maddison Stoff: Android Court Transcription”
& where, then
Sarah James/Leavesley is a restless/creative chameleon, who loves working across genre and media including poetry, fiction, journalism and photography. She doesn’t believe in much any more, except that the present is our future. Her website is at http://www.sarah-james.co.uk. Sarah tweets here
Cai Draper is a poet from south London. He recently completed an MA in Creative Writing (Poetry) at the University of East Anglia. Systems was previously published in the UEA MA Poetry Anthology (Egg Box Publishing 2018)
featured image: Cai Draper