Cadaverine Magazine

The best new poetry, prose and non-fiction from emerging writers under 30

We believe in showcasing contemporary, innovative and original new writing from the next generation of literary talent.

Rat-race by Annie Fan

  Warms to the tips of fingers; I sell the brew of dregs from animal bones, a tangle of roots – catnip, parsnip – and stones; behind the fence of dark oak, over the fire […]

Jun, 26 · in Poetry
Those are my own legs that are making the sand beneath rise in a muddy cloud around my shins and that’s my own team of rings spreading all kindly around me and welcoming me into the world of water, and my giant feet which I can no longer see that are making these tiny fish dash away in fear.

Lake Fearglass by Mark O’Donoghue

Those are my own legs that are making the sand beneath rise in a muddy cloud around my shins and that’s my own team of rings spreading all kindly around me and welcoming me into the world of water, and my giant feet which I can no longer see that are making these tiny fish dash away in fear.

Apr, 24 · in Prose

Sam Buchan-Watts reviewed by Phoebe Power

            ‘We kept you at arm’s reach like a lit birthday cake’ (‘Matters Concerning God’). The first line of Sam Buchan-Watts’ pamphlet introduces us to a poetic identity, which, ‘moth-like’ […]

Jun, 23 · in News,Reviews

Metro Missus Speaks by Saad Khan

PLEASE MIND THE GAP BETWEEN: the train and her station, physical manifestation and a topological map, reality and expectation, ThaiLand and NetherLands, Public space and Private space, words and hidden translations, supply and demands, a […]

Jun, 26

Jigsaw by Tash Keary

  You cannot sort the pith and the seeds from the whole.   I have spent a year in the rib, trying to see the stars.   And it feels like tired blurs in a […]

Jun, 26

Norsk Hydro’s Guide to Unrequited Love by Nick Ashley

    Norsk Hydro's Guide to Unrequited Love Vemork, Norway   I cried today In nuclear grief, My tears were heavy water.   Not water: The whistling elixir! The roaring Euphrates!   Not tears: For […]

Jun, 26

Sam Buchan-Watts reviewed by Phoebe Power

            ‘We kept you at arm’s reach like a lit birthday cake’ (‘Matters Concerning God’). The first line of Sam Buchan-Watts’ pamphlet introduces us to a poetic identity, which, ‘moth-like’ […]

Jun, 23