Barbara O’Donnell






Stacks of National Geographics

filled the wardrobe to my waist.

The dust inviting sneezes.

Misaligned yellow spines.

Careless visitors would toss

them back any old way.


My fingers would itch

to restore their rightful order.

Oh the itch, manifest many ways.

Persistent chafe of rashes,

result of childhood curiosities.

The itch where my wings should be.



Barbara O’Donnell was born in West Cork in 1975, and currently resides in London.  She works at a major London teaching hospital and writes in her spare time. Her blog can be found here:

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Ron Riekki




Panic Attacks


They’re like swallowing rust.

The tongue tries to be a shield,


but the bed explodes.  The best

bet is avoiding the avalanche


of thought by forcing a monk

mind set or—what I do—just


jumping off the cliff so I fall

sixty stories into something


that never seems to kill me.

Thank God . . . and all else.




Ron Riekki‘s books include U.P.: a novel, The Way North: Collected Upper Peninsula New Works (2014 Michigan Notable Book), and

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Charles Tarlton




I go to great pains to mask the agony. But the struggle is there. 

It’s the invisible enemy.

— Richard Diebenkorn



He made this image

(carved it and smoothed it over)

expressing it by marks


in his mind; wordly and unseen

as quickly written over, stretched into full words

and the marks only at first suggested


in his ear she’d whispered — “bird”

(but he wasn’t listening, did not hear)

and he flapped his wetted wings


The painted image is just that,

the thing painted, not some standing in.

An adequate description


would have to trace infinitesimal specifics

of length, width, and thickness,

pick a shade of color from the chart,


note granularity and sheen,

locate it with calipers on the canvas

alongside similar patterns not the same,


and on and on the never finished, never ending


and then to have just that repeated


because it’s nothing else.

When the painted image told a story

we could capture that


in words and sentences because

well, narrative is narrative;

but when the painted thing’s unrecognizable


what we call a splotch or blob,

oh, it’s tempting to define it

by his exertions painting it.




Charles Tarlton is retired from university teaching and has been writing tanka prose (and poetry more generally) full time since 2006. His wife, Ann Knickerbocker, ( is  an abstract painter and they and work in Northampton, Mass.



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Charlotte Eichler







Then, your quiet scrubbing shoulders

as bats fly past outside like broken plates.


I unpeel fish spines, scrape away the skin

and sticky flakes. Our lists are done,


the kitchen’s clean, but the cloying scent

of supper fills the air. Beneath the hiss


of steam, the kettle’s rattle, potatoes claw

inside the cupboards, cheese furs over


and lost scales still glint along the surfaces

in certain lights.



 Charlotte Eichler lives in West Yorkshire and has been published in various magazines, including The Rialto, Agenda and The Interpreter’s House. She was shortlisted for the Bridport Prize in 2014. Twitter: @CLEichler




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Nick Power




All I Could Steal


From Bidston

to Belfast

I traced the line of you:


Said my goodbyes

despite the gale,

imagined your head, bobbing with

the current

through secret

shippingforecast zones

as my heart grabbed at imaginary


that trailed helplessly

through the moss-


felt the tome of the sea

as it lashed its pages

against my carbine.


I thought that I might cry then,


in the salt wind


and so broke the seal on a bottle of


to drown the lump

in my throat.


Drunk, I stumbled home through

Cammell Laird’s

and felt spite

stirring in the spine

of my tongue-


I taunted all the ghosts, and sang

to them:


‘When the big ship sails on the alley-






Nick Power has recently had perfect-bound book Small Town Chase published by erbacce-press, and is in the process of writing a new collection. He has  had poems published at M58, erbacce-press, The Camel Saloon, Boscome Revolution and Jarg Magazine.

He has worked with actors such as Maxine Peake and John Simm, and recorded their readings of poems from Small Town Chase. They are available to listen to here:



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