Martin Rieser

      How to Walk to the Sea Follow the footpath past the farm house dodging mud and deeper ruts Pass through the bent and rusted gate the ford choked by balsam and reeds At the first stile look up to the horizon vast grey sea, the buzzard. Ignore the...

Chen-ou Liu

  tongues of fire … the things I take the things it takes * drawn-out yawn . . . morning sunlight tangled in my old dog’s tail * beach sunset paints her face wine-red before love after love * around a bend in the wooded trail giant cliff Buddha *...

Julie Stevens 

      Control Imagine a box, body-sized and you’re inside. You can stand. Cramped. Just. That’s where I lived and had to lug the thing around with me everywhere I went. Imagine having a voice torn out as the words exit. Ideas choke, when there’s too...

Mims Sully

      My Mother Welcomes me to the Care Home Come and live, we’ll find you a house, you’ll have an old time and be loved. You can just sit there, don’t lick a finger, there’s ups and there’s dugs but we’ve got to go...

Nuala Watt

      Disabled Person’s Travel Card Council, council, let me on the bus That you let me on last week. Oh no Ms Watt, you can’t go on the bus For we don’t know where you live. So off I went to get proof of address And I thought I’d sorted out the mess...