Sarah James/Leavesley

      The Half-a-man The giant statue in the main square is weeping sky-blue and sun-yellow tears. Later, leaf-green, then blood-red…soon a technicolour dreamcoat’s worth of crying. Only, this is real. Overnight, the statue loses a leg, next, a finger,...

Nina Parmenter

      I am Jealous of the Rain   smug smug rain has millennia to finish sculpting could take six lifetimes over the angle at the brink of a whorl smirking smug smug rain invites us to see its progress feels no need to grant us insight or god forbid ask...

Jane Aldous

      Carrie Silverwood They thought she looked familiar when she arrived at their door they’d met her before    somewhere she mentioned friends and places they knew she had fond memories    maybe they did too could she stay a week or two if they had...