Amanda Coleman White

      Sovereignty Taking on the role of battle goddess, I rush toward nightly war cries upstairs as offspring wrestle. I turn corvid, oil-slick wings hovering as laughter turns savage. Bruises blossom springlike; I can predict the outcome every time. A...

Gaynor Kane

      The Memory Bank i. Rows of multi-coloured tallboys, tarnished brass drawer-pull-handles like the waning gibbous moon. Hardwood needing a rub with wire wool and beeswax. A dispensary of memories – the ones you mine your mind for. Make withdrawals...
Someone Else’s War

Someone Else’s War

  Someone else’s war i.m Stephen Dunford The city is a distorted limb that didn’t grow this way. Crepe paper twisted, steel softened to liquorice. I never got to ask you. Do hares hide when bombs fall? When bayonets are thrust against the wind does the air...

Elizabeth Chadwick Pywell

      daily it’s translation & catching yourself & navigating polite surprise & over-explaining & the judicious use of partner & when they do the same it’s wondering & a pause while you consider how shocked they’ll be if you say...

Bex Hainsworth

      Elegy After the driest July since 1911, the earth is left bewildered. The soil cracks like paving stones and the trees sizzle in the heat. A sky, brazenly blue, leans closer to inspect brown parks, low rivers. Black birds circle above a shrinking...