In this new poem, Lesley Burt explores the work of Van Gogh, discovering in it the possibility of a world ‘unclaimed by names’.
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Hear Keith Moul read four prose poems featured in Issue 3.
For the next issue, Long Exposure is opening up submissions to fiction, specifically very short fiction of 700 words or less. In previous issues we explored traditional short forms such as the haiku (Issue 2), and how an economy of language and sharpness of observation can heighten the impact on the reader by using a […]
Long Exposure, Issue 3 is now available!
Lisa Kelly’s pamphlet Bloodhound is published by Hearing Eye. She is a regular host of poetry events at the Torriano Meeting House in Kentish Town. She is also studying for an MA in Creative Writing at Lancaster University, is on the board of Magma and co-edited issue 63.
Parental Love My mother has two monikers for her firstborn. Some days, she will call out: “Oh, my dots?” My Daughts. Most days, it’s “my somping!” My something. Please don’t ask where these names came. We fall, or should I say I fall into laughter every time I hear the second one. My father is […]
Webbed garden spider strung badminton net fashion your luncheon is served Bio: Tracey Walsh has been enjoying life since early retirement in 2013. Indulging a lifelong love of crime fiction by starting a book review blog, she has also discovered a new interest in photographing local Lancashire countryside and wildlife. This is Tracey’s first attempt at […]
I wept at the cloud-shore when I saw fractures, fractals of burnt orange and yellow splitting my home, under a pale blue moon slashed with black scars far darker than anything but imagination. She – they – were safe. But home… that was sheer memory now.
Sink your hand into the loamslowly. Allowthe rasp and scrape of buried pebbles, bitsof brick, mortar, snail shells, nailsfrom a lost house of a lost centuryto slide by your hand. Allowthe slugs and earthworms.Allow the dirt.Sink deeper.Sink to your wrist.The earth will grant you this, it is heavywith last night’s rain, the earth is wet […]
The field is gone, buried beneath future Rubble of convenience and commerce.Stalks that once drew bird and gameDraw gamers and the budget minded. It wearies a memory to replaceWhat is here with what once was.Natural overcome, replaced with synthetic.Creation’s groaning is nearly audible. I have no right to chatter,It was a borrowed field. The farmer […]
August, unnoticed in the long lines out mired in engine oil and mayonnaise hidden beneath cheap buckets of sand left to my own devices, I dance on street corners for heavy metal roses and fat men I share drinks sin verguenzas de olvidados I learn the nuances of silence how words can be left out […]
Through the mountain roads,Cloud leans above the hill’s slope,Merging blue, white, green. Haiku and photography by Daniel Williams.