March Poems

Continuing with our monthly series, Josh and I have decided to share poems we have written to each other in letters over the past 3 months, entitled ‘Lines in Envelopes’:


Modernist monsters in the machine of night
pour beer on all our dreams
,no movement to surf on, all stragglers
in need of clarity, sober perhaps?

But probably otherwise.
The piano slips through changes
cleaning up the strain of doubt.
I don’t know a lot about music but

I can tell something’s off-beat
when we shuffle our feet
perpetually to someone else’s drum.


TV screens in hues of pink,
a plastic rose atop a radio

a whiff of hairspray
the death chambers are coming

A little too concrete for my liking,
dial it down to an unkempt sound
that looks like breakfast in the afternoon

or silver service on the streets
and the circus leaving town.


Filthy shoes and empty ferries
year of the pigs here already
will need something
stronger than a sherry

But a bottle of Perrier will not do
so I’ll sit here under a tunnel
etching my name into law and lord.


Brutal buildings losing their shine
as the modern brute bullies the remnants
of a complicated century.


Just before



            Reveal something important

The Utopia

            Screaming at me to

Speak to strangers

I Bought a Skull Called Francis – Luke Scarisbrick

Cover art by Evan Gilsenan

It is a busy time for us here at the Foxtrot Uniform office. Not only is 004 on its way to you – we also have an amazing debut pamphlet by Luke Scarisbrick coming your way.

I Bought a Skull Called Francis – an idle year in ten movements is the debut pamphlet by Luke Scarisbrick. The pamphlet charts a year in the life by mixing poetry with polaroid pictures.
The poetry is surreal and straight-up hilarious, but it is also tinged with darkness, which the polaroid pictures both exacerbate and illuminate.

Luke has been a friend of Foxtrot Uniform since we set out in 2017. His poems, ‘Ian Didn’t Like My Rock Song (In F# Minor)’ and ‘Facebook ZuckBook’, have been published in previous issues of Foxtrot Uniform. Now you can buy a complete pamphlet of 10 pieces. Luke’s pamphlet will be available to order on the 1st April; you’d be a fool to miss it!

Coming Very Soon…

Cover art by Jessica Powell

It’s that time of year again: Foxtrot Uniform: 004 will be available from April 1st – only a few days away!

We have just finished going through the submission pile (which was full of amazing work) and are, as we post this, piecing together the final few touches. We were amazed by the quality and diversity sent to us, and we can only thank the creative community for being so very vibrant. We have poetry, we have prose, we even have a couple of collages for you to admire!

Thank you to everyone who has been a part of the process, and we hope the words keep spreading!

World Book Day

Far from simply being an opportunity for school children to dress up as book characters, World Book Day is an opportunity for us to share our favourite books. Therefore, we are sharing our ultimate reading list here. Our reading list is not an exaustative list of our favourite books but they are, in our minds, the best universal reads.

Joshua’s reading List

Hamlet – William Shakespeare

The Dharma Bums – Jack Kerouac

The Outsiter – Albert Camus

Down and Out in Paris and London – George Orwell

The Lesser Bohemians – Eimar McBride

The Heart is a Lonely Hunter – Carson McCullers

The Complete Poems of Allen Ginsberg

The Collected Dylan Thomas

The Selected Poems of Frank O’Hara

The Old Man and the Sea – Ernest Hemingway

The Picture of Dorian Gray – Oscar Wilde

The Collected Poems of William Carlos Williams

The Perks of Being a Wallflower – Stephen Chobsky

Feral – George Monbiot

Reece’s List

Spring and All – William Carlos Williams

Player of Games – Iain M. Banks

Trainspotting – Irvine Walsh

Master and Margarita – Bulgakov

Nineteen Eighty Four – George Orwell

Man in the High Castle – Philip K. Dick

Convenience Store Woman – Sayaka Murata

Songs of Innocence and Experience – William Blake

The Overcoat and Other Stories – Gogol

HHhH – Laurent Binet

The Outsider – Albert Camus

The Tempest – William Shakespeare

Woody Allen’s Short Stories

Volpone – Ben Jonson

February Poems

Every month we will be publishing two poems, each by our editors. February was a weird one, it was cold, it was hot, some days it was both. This time last year we were knee deep in snow; this year we were walking around without our coats. Maurice – Reece Merrifield He had not aged well after drinking free bottles of wine and champagne. Genitalia sketched in the sand stripped of its horror by the waves of time. Oxbridge danced in the masks of masculinity whereas now we idly hum Samaritan punk where the boys kiss in gigs and scream ‘yes! Of course we like it!’ A Train from London Bridge Station – Joshua Cialis Lost in a black sky littered by haiku waiting for a voice from the neon lights to question crazies in underpasses or answer voices from half-formed faces on banks emptied by sewage outlet pumps every night forever but wait in tunnels for Angels to appear and prophesy a coming apocalypse of the mind it will destroy all everything you know leaving us in the beauty of nature or a girl reflected in train windows staring out over the sprawling crowded rib cage of the city skyline spread out from her blue eyes blinking in the neon of night of eternal nights spread up in book shops and the folding of theatre seats as we stand up together to take the last bow and bow out into sleazy hotel rooms where we’re not sure it’s cockroaches or rats who murder sleep or in China Town where Beauty dines in the streets and gains taste after midnight’s chuck out belching and spewing into back streets and enemies are made in the blink of an eye a look the wrong way the flicker of a taxi whistling past and cocooned bodies lie out in doorways blocking up the halls of disputed power and the bell tolls in bow tie hours to call the men in to palace bedrooms where the People sleep in their declining hour and cobblestones turn to broken bottles or concrete into sand denying to answer the questioning of the pale moon setting out in hours where the day is long night is longest and the haiku stars set into greying clouds hidden in the destruction of day