Liv Aldridge

      A cross lights up in the distance, a bird skeleton. We roll by faith my inhale dry like the hoarse wind in the lungs of a chainsmoker. Bruised night skies and a flatpack cross over factories. Where does it come from? Does it cascade down on...

Rakyah Assam

  THE SEA IS RISING The radio spits “The world is ending” and I sulk down the stairs half shame faced, mostly hungry. There is a lobster man in the stairwell that scares me — the door propped ajar like a constantly crooked finger beckoning an unknown...

K. S. Moore

      Field Trip Abercregan 1991 Even the river is dark . . . sun only gains entry through trees makes copper faces that turn as I wade. My net brushes tendrils from transparent cheekbones water framing each elegant pose: I want to put these girls on...
Jennifer Maddock

Jennifer Maddock

Right now, they’re shit, 2022   My head is still moving, 2022   Jennifer Maddock is a graphic designer from Cheshire who lives on her narrowboat on the Macclesfield canal. She has always drawn, written and recorded things that have happened. She uses...