Poem in which I send a postcard from the Gobi

Where my camel’s hair is tinted pink at sunrise
and muddy yellow at midday, by 5PM
the dust is thick enough to eat and when
I breathe it hits my tongue in hot spikes
and the jackfruit from lunch turns to chalk
on my teeth and crawls down my throat
I hope we find an oasis soon preferably
with bottled water and new sunglasses,
when I booked this trip with Expedia
they told me the desert is like paradise
but all I can see is my fuchsia camel
spitting lime green hollows in the sand
that sink and dissolve like desert myths
and later when I upload the photos to
Instagram I use the Amaro filter and it
makes it look like he is spitting rainbows.

Nicola Gledhill

Coming soon in Poems in Which Issue 4

The editors are delighted to announce the contributors for Issue 4:

Lutz Seiler translated by Alexander Booth

Melissa Lee-Houghton

Mark Waldron

Abigail Parry

Emma Hammond

Bobby Parker

Anat Zecharia translated by Irit Sela

Josephine Corcoran

Dollie Stephan

Samuel Prince

Francine Elena

Nicola Gledhill

Fiona Moore

Paul Stephenson

John Canfield

Alexander Speaker

Martha Sprackland

Eireann Lorsung

Joey Connolly

Anna Selby

Sarah Wedderburn

Karl Smith

Giles Goodland

and new artwork from Sophie Gainsley