the fleetingest ~ Andy Spragg

After selling out in less than a week the fleetingest by Andy Spragg has been reissued as a limited second edition of 30 copies. Get yours from the Red Ceilings Press  while you can!

14 sonnets ~ Simon Howard

for Mark Cobley

Some days they make offer

to be strangers to kill me

where i slept.

Rosy sun pulsing

river tenderly

i’ll wear my old blouse

swim on the fires.

The thing silenced is gone

it arrives in mysterious

reality mad scene fluttering breeze.

Some years absurd pop song

a dark river under

bright river over

my smirk.

Sombrely love with a shadow in other’s

shadow & police dog handling

received evils.

i’ll throw coin

at the windows tormented

like a child’s birdsong

in a hailstorm.

Cool dry medicine on beds

of snails they hypnotise

cartoons get them to imply.

Some days make offer

to strangers when where

sweet thro corrupted shoot

from tripper.

I’ll wear my new blouse tenderly

swim in the ashes

asleep wrapped in curtains.

The best circumstance is deletion

the wildernesses of our lips

their ghosting truth

quotient.

Dark river popular

the moon fallen entire

the river a boat rowed by snails.

That no love

is possible

capitalism eyes

where undark shimmered night sheet smile nowhere.

Dead bird flying thro daytime

was no night sung

by her lips at time.

No one was

where & the television

was crying 3

am traffic & shit. 

 Simon Howard has a wonderful chapbook out with The Red Ceilings Press called Adrift. There are still a couple of copies left.

Ten Clouds ~ Andrew Nightingale

Ten Clouds by Andrew Nightingale

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Lincolnshire Wolds ~ Nicholas Beaumont

my excuses

autumn's my I that

wolds on there or

lincoln which to winding

now kicking wold’s streams

skylarks map

used winding train

used leafs under streams

whispering wind

not the sky

wolds on last

& press that bulge

clinging catch to shoes

the across catch

catch to bulge

this not last

your rim of sky

bulge lincoln rim of sun

Nicholas Beaumont is a 21 year old student studying for an MA in Creative Writing at The University of Lincoln. In 2010 he won the Nigel Winn Memorial Award for Best Piece of Creative Writing by a Student Studying English. Nicholas will be published in forthcoming issues of The Cadaverine and Vinyl Poetry, as well as a collection by Tower Poetry set to be published in the Summer. Nicholas is the founder of Wheelbarrow Press, and is poetry editor for literary arts magazine b[liminal].

Out now ~ indigo not violet by Paul Sutton

indigo not violet by Paul Sutton

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S J Fowler ~ Book Launch

 SJ Fowler book launch at the Blue Bus

{Red Museum}

with Knives, Forks & Spoons press

www.knivesforksandspoonspress.co.uk

April Tuesday 19th 7.30pm

at The Lamb, 94 Lamb’s Conduit Street,
London WC1N 3LZ

'A tremendous and persuasive surge of the red and the black: conflicted doctrines, scorched paper. Gothic scripts and plague-year screenplays for an apocalyptic cinema. Death chess. Heretical crusades. Hurt flesh. Fire angels. Madness. A grimoire for a haunted river-city. The poetry lies in the interpretation of malfated woodcuts. It is sinewy, knotted, persistent. And true.'

Iain Sinclair

Also to be released, the chapbooks:

Fights XIX: Johnny Tapia with Oystercatcher press www.oystercatcherpress.com

Fights XX: the Songs of Salvador Sánchez with the Red Ceilings press www.theredceilingspress.co.uk

{Drunk} ~ Steven Fowler

{Drunk}

 
if you loved me you would dry out first
like fishstock
like bone & salt
like peace, like pretence
like a seaslug
so I can
lend a harpoon to your copuswomb
& not feel guilty

security passes feature a likeness
seen the light of the computer
let us not dwell on what lights the screen
so pink & tan
weeping

ingested plantfood
betrayals & headlice
raped on her gap year
there is only helpless here

the intentional repetition
of the why
even when its clear in books that…
marxists & dead peasantry
gaps in physiology
seven in the corner of seventeen

the thirsty wait patiently
the drunk can never drink enough



Taken from the lamb pit, a collection about Rorschach tests.

{Old} ~ Steven Fowler

{Old}

 
I awake fully clothed
how disturbing
that in my 40s
I still gladden the several tracks of youth

at least in youth you now have company that follows you in
wearying homes in speech
torn from the morning
‘oh it was a weight’

Married, you sink in the tarpauling of the indoor pool
pulled out the gown rope
‘too tired, I am, from carting this weight’
fold the blinds neatly before bed
poor us

do not look a child up
be steady on the doorstep
expect the clot
smoke bleeds

you fathom her swallowing
needles & shit diseases
but are too self-conscious to follow suit
‘I am not myself. I am just terribly tired’

what else
but tired
when you are so sick?


Taken from the lamb pit, a collection about Rorschach tests.  
 

{Wrong} ~ Steven Fowler

{Wrong}

not as smooth as it should be

not as round

also also not as flat

breasts hang like fried eggs

on the neck of buttocks

penii retract into hip cavities

like ready samurai

hair everywhere

or not anywhere

there is the wax limp

and to be imperfect in Rio de Janeiro

to not be bikini-ready

is a poison trifle, to be small

or round

to be 30 kilograms

& not the space, age or race

to cope with girth

they can cope!

a bluelight on hotel stains


Taken from the lamb pit, a collection about Rorschach tests. 

Out now!...Poetry for Girls & Others ~ Gareth Durasow

Poetry for Girls & Others by Gareth Durasow

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