Mike Wilson

      The Heart Intervenes, a Dream Poem We are four strangers learning to live together in a new suburb where streets are names from the past. “Good morning!” I precipitate crisis in the kitchen by eating biscuits when no one else thought to bring...

Allyson Dowling

      LULLABY Night drops by In a coat of onyx and blue Lights up his silver pipe And asks how do you do Night perches on my bed Says  – kiss goodbye to sleep Blows smoke rings in the air Throws a dreambone at my feet Night wiggles his long...

Emily Veal

      boudicca you’re a brewery down the road i drank a bottle of your finest on the train back from bury st edmunds the red queen (no one will call you ginger) i see you everywhere realised you were also the wetherspoons round the corner the one with...

Lesley Burt

      Confluence  Stour springs from greensand into lakes marbled with lily-pads hosts to hazes of dragonflies & pseudo-Roman reflections glides sixty-one miles seaward past the rare Black Poplar meanders through chalk      clay      heathland...