Even when Death inhabits a poem, he does not own it. He is a squatter. In fact, Death owns nothing. – Todd Moore
THE AGE OF EQUALITY is slouched on a sofa with a fat belly and a full glass of wine demanding you to dim the lights to turn the TV on to add dildos to shopping lists to tell us if Continue reading The Age Of Equality by Mark Vanner
PROPER GANGSTA the dog bit the post man so we had him de- stroyed the dog is doing quite well. Mark Vanner lives in the UK. His poetry and short stories have appeared widely since 2003 in publications including, Neon Continue reading Proper Gangsta by Mark Vanner
TRUCE. Grievances aside, lately I’ve come to appreciate your finer points ~ The moon cradled in the sky at night wood smoke on patch work fields a flower, a tree, a good bottle of red. But it’s this other shite Continue reading Truce by Mark Vanner
SCARECROW In the nook of the evening I gather blackbirds on my shoulders and curse your name Dorothy, Dot, Dotty, Doll whatever it is you liked to be called these days. When you left me here to the town drunks Continue reading Scarecrow by Mark Vanner