Robert Hirschfield

      Water & Mud   The water in its lonely bowl beneath your bed, drawn from where? You were drawn from the mud in January. From the mud.     Robert Hirschfield is a New York-based poet and writer about poetry. He has been widely...

Anne Symons

      Building a fire My mother is kneeling by the hearth tearing strips from the West Briton rolling them round her fingers. I see the Penroses had their Silver Wedding. She lays the twisted paper criss-cross in the grate, newspaper ink smudges her...

Kathleen Strafford

      Childhatcheries   Even I keep secrets shhh     I’m in love with fingers caressing my insides feeling coils fiddling with my fan I live by touch by brink a contract between      love       grief & up to elbows nurses in soapy rubber gloves...
A Poem from Desree, IS&T’s New Editing Intern

A Poem from Desree, IS&T’s New Editing Intern

  Rum Sometimes, white rum is filtered to eradicate colours that would affect its white tint. Dark rum, however, is aged in charred barrels reacting to the characteristics of its environment. As a result, it is strong and usually shot.   Desree is the third...