All in poetry

By Gwil James Thomas

Like my dream of owning
a seafood restaurant -
so that I could write full time,
occasionally turning up
to sample crabs
in garlic sauce, before
tipping the dishwasher
and sitting back as the business
haemorrhaged money with any
outstanding debts to god only
knows who having been
long since paid off.

By Austin Islam

i can say ‘golpes duros’ in the bathroom mirror
but we will never ever get our bitch back
felt i had to cut cancer like classes
and still do to this day
lotta road work ahead
little markers measure growth
aiming to be in denver again without crutches
no stamp bags, no rat packs, no ceilings