Unnamed

Unnamed

Unnamed by Katie Hunter https://www.agapanthuscollective.com.dream.website/wp-content/uploads/2021/11/Unnamed-by-Katie-Hunter-.m4a My name went missing once in roll call, on the playground An orphan in wet earth. I sacrificed. My mouth slicked oil on the sand But I...
The Posh Boy is a Hardy Species

The Posh Boy is a Hardy Species

The Posh Boy is a Hardy Species by Mike Hickman https://www.agapanthuscollective.com.dream.website/wp-content/uploads/2021/11/The-Posh-Boy-is-a-Hardy-Species.mp3 At school and well into his professional life, James was the “posh” boy. He was reminded of this on an...
Amy Judges my Body

Amy Judges my Body

Ya got nice tits, she says, her accent makingit sounds like an insult. Little bit of a belly,she remarks as I drop my clothes and steponto the scale. I eye the number. Today is not a good day. She’s an inch shorterand twenty pounds lighter though withthat beehive she...
Death in a Foreigner’s Tongue

Death in a Foreigner’s Tongue

Death in a Foreigner's Tongue by Isabella Melians https://www.agapanthuscollective.com.dream.website/wp-content/uploads/2021/10/Isabella-Melians.m4a I. Él sana a los que tienen el corazón roto y venda sus heridas(Psalm 147: 3) Their locutions flit over my head,...
FENCING

FENCING

The farmer’s flat cap shows his height against an oak tree.He pulls the digger with yesterday’s hands, turns the bucket,empties shouted words spoken to cattle on foggy mornings.His son pops out of a hole where a new fence is to be fenced.The farmer ignites two thumbs,...
BABY JAR

BABY JAR

“Does he take you on picnics?” she asks. He does. But you are much too contemporary to think he takes you on them. You take yourself. With him. She pffs. A shadow crosses her face. “On Sundays?” “On Anydays,” You tell her. She wants to know if you pack cheese and...