Category Archives: Aloud Magazine Issue 03

Issue 03 Cover Art – Dugald Kinvig

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Candle Wax Days – Kieran Kelly

Future stalks feebly Prowling cowed in North Atlantic Flinty Swells With blistered tongue and cracked lips But bolstered by an inhuman determination To call in our tab Consequence Lies impotent Sharpening her knifeblade hands In silence The streets Open their … Continue reading

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Alba – Victoria Hamilton

I saw him in the back room. His frail hands And words didn’t fly, More a float With no signs of sinking. They hung in the ale stained air, Favoured Scots. That harsh clicking drawl Framed fractures Of feelings and … Continue reading

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The Gardening Jacket – Jim Mackintosh

my grandad’s tweed jacket shaped by the seasons held together, filled by fragments of him a penknife, bone handled the silver inlay, lost the memories of string of cabbages snicked fresh loose tobacco trapped into corners enough for two fills … Continue reading

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Untitled – Ewan Imray

It is as if I am playing chess against a Grandmaster one who isn’t confined by the rules slowly, meticulously grinding me down I am but a lowly pawn; My Queen just removed.

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the sky was pink – Johnny Owens

Arms splayed wide, across the park and right passed it all. She’s lying, almost dozing, till she moves herself up onto him, delicate china head balanced gracefully in the deep crevasse of his shoulder blade. Arms ain’t splayed no more, … Continue reading

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Honey – T.J. Dennett

After they left you lost your job, the Georgian house your father had left on his deathbed, and the respect of the school. Graffiti appeared on playground walls, names of giants never mentioned before: Cradlesnatcher, Kiddiefiddler. Whore. Market stalls whispered … Continue reading

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