Thea Smiley

      The Carousel See the painted horses galloping in circles-                                                      I am one of them, struck through the belly with a swizzle stick, a gold pole as golden                                                  ...

Benedicte Kusendila

      ESTUARY It is only the sun spitting rays Just the indefinite flight of a balloon that let go of its child It is only squinting, just a nod Just the chatter of a flock on the wire, hurried South It is only the last call Just glass breaking the...

Sonia Burns

      Stash Your spaces silently narrow – slowly clogging arteries, plaque formed out of photographs, boxes stacked and shelves furred up, records, CDs, DVDs. Kitchen stuffed with cookery books, spiralisers, coffee machines and...

Sarah Crowe

      mary anning, fossil hunter she wore her dead sister’s name as a cloak to ward off the sea’s icy wrath trawled stony beaches sought curiosities with cut calloused hands chiselled and hammered jurassic rocks to display ammon’s horns, snakestones,...

Topher Allen

      The Gods Are Addicts It’s better to be cremated, the only way to heaven is as smoke. Burials are the devil’s idea to harvest bones, to set them ablaze and raise hell. Volcanic eruptions are his failed attempts to ascend. Kerosene-lamps know this,...