Pointed bones anchoring into to the wall. My body forming pained isosceles resting against the illusion of stability. This wall can hold...

I will write a poem about Elisabeth Moss's face. So much to say about Elisabeth Moss's face! How the neat white cap rests atop hair – a...

In The Bleak Mid-Marriage She’d never dreamed of a life in a northern town / a place where you tasted with your nose / where winter...

Cocktail Mix English gin, red Spanish eggs, a finger of cold comfort. Apply a sharp point of pressure to the glass. You should see heat,...

The doctor ushers Maggie in and peers at her, as if she is some oddity, an unsavoury specimen. He stares until she can feel herself start...

after T.R. Hummer In the ethereal clouds that cling thread-like and wilting at the tops of pine trees like wet tissue paper on concrete,...

I go down the aisle I never go down, in fact I forgot all about sweet chilli sauce and other sauces I rarely splash out on, that sickly...

Perhaps I’m feeding my brain with a bad narrative which can be a problem / I’ve been researching this because knowledge is power / right?...

I wish I could say that no one will blame you for what happens next, but the truth is, most people will. You are tired and distracted,...

Oz Hardwick is a poet, academic, and dabbler in diverse arts based in the north of England. He has published nine chapbooks and full...