first was humanity, in its primal condition, still smouldering with instinct and
fear? We shift about in mind-forged manacles, the cold and viscous layer of the
urban which closes us in with crusting edges. We are numbed and enveloped in the
thick residue of industry and development. Lines of buildings, artificial
languages and artificial lives, leave us unfeeling in unchallenged survival and
a lost human heritage.
we, low to the ground and overwhelmed in the sensurround, were marked with earth
and the stench of other bodies. We were flooding inside, unlived and burning.
All of our skin, naked to the air and to the movements of gravel under our
pulsing palms and the balls of our feet; a charged weather encloses bare flesh,
flailing bodies lit by a deep sun. We are locked and tangled in cyclical smoke
movements around the flames and we are howling.
seeks poetry or art for its 0 – 29: Primal issue exploring the roots of love,
hate, fear, the animal part of us we continually wage war with. Up to three
poems may be submitted. Artwork can be up to A4 size and should be 300dpi or
above. Entries can (preferably) be emailed to us at email@example.com or can be posted to:
Abridged c/o Verbal Arts Centre, Stable Lane and Mall Wall, Bishop Street
Within, Derry BT48 6PU. Deadline for submissions is 8th March