ALT The Hollow carved from absence, the distance of apathy where the soulless are tethered to dust, their tyranny a void; the clattering teeth of the dead remembering their lips and the lies they spoke. The Plenty pollinated fields glisten in sinuous swells, dewdrop scintillation shifting currents; rising stalks of revolution, roots joined in the rhizosphere, love blotting out fear. – Gayle J. Greenlea

ALT A Modern Love Kitchen roll stuffed between each toe foot balanced on a pouffe and a cataract in one eye love paints her toenails. Love considers dying his beard as white hairs grow amongst darker but it is not vain so delicately trims and defines the shape to be modern. Paul Brookes

ALT A Modern Hate Hate warned him. Stuffs his life into black plastic bags ready for the morning binmen Warned him that if he didn't change... Hate quietly scams her life Smiles at how gullible she is. Another successful conquest. Chats up someone else online. Paul Brookes

ALT Scanned Breathe in… Hold. … Breathe. … The American-accented white donut tells me when. … My body ectoplasms to grainy imaging I can’t interpret. Exhalations segue to lambent acceptance. … Answers mirage. I was told it’s like chasing shadows Phillipa Trelford

ALT poem I have trouble getting off the sofa and I tell everyone that it's my rice crispy knees, but really, I can't be assed anymore as I've been abraded so thin by the heavy rasp of everyone else's tongue licking the life down and out of my tracing paper skin. Daniel Duggan