Oliver Comins

      On the Hill No-one has seen me outside the bungalow. I am a rumour behind windows that reflect the sky and reveal nothing of an indoor life. I could pretend there is an extensive lawn in front of me, leading down a gentle slope to a pleached hedge...
Welcome Kayleigh Jayshree, our new Editing Intern

Welcome Kayleigh Jayshree, our new Editing Intern

    Jam Gentle tufts pulled rough at the stem, unwind in my left palm. Hands swing into bell petals, velvet afternoon air. Butter the sunset in snatches, clouds fold, rain dusted glass. A cowbell rings low. Past lives ripen: echo.     Kayleigh...

Emma Jones

      Autumn A sea of firecrackers on spindly fingertips. The wind sails through harmonious foundations. A thunderclap, a secondment of wings, embossed leaves fall like burning fossils. It’s the hour for nightingales.     Emma Jones is a...