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EDITORIAL Since our launch at the Cheltenham Festival of Literature we’ve had over 200 submissions of poems small enough to be sent as SMS text messages. We had hoped to deliver issue one of Onesixty as a series of text messages sent to readers’ mobiles. Sadly, our SMS technology provider is currently not operating. Rather than sit on a batch of poems making the most up-to-date use of form anywhere in English language poetry, issue one is available to read here now. All these poems are small enough to be sent as SMS text messages. If you would like to copy one and send it to a friend please do so. Mobile phones are books with an infinite number of blank pages to be filled, and we are actively looking for a new way of delivering Onesixty by text message. Anyone who would like to offer technological support or sponsorship for Onesixty please contact us at info@centrifugalforces.co.uk Scroll right to read the SMS text poems

SEALIFE Alison Dunne Some fish are like people the crepe oldladyflesh of octopus. Glass tunneled we walk under flightpaths of sharks who skim our heads intent.

SIP Alison Dunne That was intimate the way you took my glass and drank with lips (you've made it clear) that have no interest in tasting me.

MOBIUS STRIP Alison Dunne We have one surface one edge the secret in our one half twist on the carpet a finger run along our middle would go on and on and...

POEM Miek Theunis The way I hear my ringtone I know it will be u on the phone.

E-LOVE Sarah Boak I give u a glimpse of me, transposed thro tip-tap of fingers on keys; my body lies between the lines.

HE STOPS CHEWING Gemma Kershaw HE STOPS CHEWING +SPEAKS AGAIN WIV HIS HAND GESTURES RETURNING + AGAIN TH DFINING LINES WICH REVEAL HIS FUTUR R PIKD OUTBY TE MOON WICH SHOWRS US WIV LITE

TRACES Joe Warner Tears on rice paper where you cried folded in my hand a quiet note.

BETWEEN Jenni Meredith Between the familiar and the un expected I ride the ferry of this moment. www.wordsart.co.uk

I NEED 400 HORSES Mike Stubbs I luv 2 burn rubber. I luv 2 fuck things up. I luv 2 fuck. Rocking my cot. I luv the rhythm. Simple throb. Engine idle. My dump valve bleeds.

IF Greg Clarke If that cockroach crosses that plate, I'll smear its godlessness all over the laminex. Thoughtless guts, it doesn't even feel bad when I give it the flick.

REMEMBRANCE SUNDAY Sean Burn Magpie its beak trapped inside last nights can ov mcewans unable to break free to fly away.

HIGH WIND NIGHT Colin Shaddick High wind night my clothes line humming in the key of C.

AUTUMN John Summers Full moon. War talk on the radio. Eternal buddhas sit in zazen.

WINSOME Brian Reed Top quality sky is property why carefully go astray