Ho Ho Heil
Poetry

Ho Ho Heil

On the station the aging Nazi skinhead is just another baldy now, he’s finished his last minute Xmas shopping. Poking out from his festive T-shirt those swastika tattoos on his neck have paled to a gunmetal grey. Torn cotton shorts on a multicoloured rail station, it seems like all his arguments have been fought to … Continue reading

Wolf Mountain
Anne Walsh

Wolf Mountain

I die every second                  in everyday places you catch                                   the light in my throat and lemon it so I can’t speak easy                  Make it moon light on the river of my chest                  Make it sing long as morning                                    on the slow spines of trees                                                                        green as Sunday school for lovers                   oh! I die many … Continue reading