Out On The World by Catriona Knapman

Out On The World by Catriona Knapman

  Out On The World by Catriona Knapman Out on the world, out on the gentle crater edge there is a journey made by the curious, escaping the easily convinced. Out on the world, each station is a sort of progress, a sort of regression, each traveller carrying a...

Jenny Robb

    Shap Fell In the murk of evening and car-heater fug, a thud. My five-year-old head hits the roof. The sheep is not quite dead. Bloodied on the top of Shap Fell her breath disappears into mist. No cars pass. I pray to see the sheep haul up onto matchstick...

Ben Hartridge

    Spring Song I remember spring and everything a freshly washed clean smell of green. A newborn kind of rain left the parked cars shining like a passed shower. I remember cycling, the tarmac deep black and streaming, past the shoppers queueing the high...