Claire Allen

      Now She can’t remember why she started recording their FaceTime calls. Now, when she’s lonely, she scrolls through this small library of conversations and chooses one. It took a whole February weekend to transcribe and learn her lines...

Anna Chorlton

      The Act Summer began with a bike, its frame painted red, one thin wheel. The focus was balance, hours of clinging to walls and doors; fences and fingertips, pigtails and ears. It became about a clown; greasepaint mouth sadways striped dungarees,...

Millie Light

      Ballet audition Bent, a teapot, arthritic neck its handle, lips protruding from the spout she’s irked because I fail to retain the enchaînements. She sees a lazy teen – she doesn’t see a girl walking London each night, imagining death more...

Christine Eales

      shallow breathing the pulse of the moon haunts me still * how heavy the scent of rain longing for home * between clouds the blue notes of a skylark * past midnight she rocks her new doll to sleep     Christine Eales lives in Surrey, UK....