Chris Cusack

      from: Seize i. I fear my poor old soul may be a fixer upper. I strive to find out – it’s that forensic streak I have, I suppose – by too often drinking on an empty stomach. There’s a view afoot, I think, that a proper soul needs proper seasoning....
A Poem from Fahad Al-Amoudi, IS&T’s Next Editing Intern

A Poem from Fahad Al-Amoudi, IS&T’s Next Editing Intern

  6am in Bole airport (after eight years) The inevitability of currency changing hands; multiples of six just momentarily effervescent, reprise! reprise! reprise! Everyone’s face looks like a clock at a certain hour; delirious in mid-applause when you hear your...

Mick Gidley

      Home Front For days after the children leave for their homes in the South we discover unexcavated battlefields, nonsensical as Towton. Small formations of infantrymen guard the lower book-case shelves, lone snipers lurk behind the curtains, and...

Alison Cohen

      Roses The postman was my friend, rang the bell, wouldn’t leave until he’d reached me, handed me broken stems of roses — thorny with their heads at crooked angles, buds that tried but only turned to rusty paper. They’d found you by the postbox...
Isolation by Richard C. Bower

Isolation by Richard C. Bower

Isolation by Richard C. Bower Settle me With a restive hand of congregation One that makes me sit back and think again Offer me a chink of light As opposed to the consumer society With its dreams that end in ruined plight … As I walk on/I realize How...