Anna Mindel Crawford

      Limbo We have our eyes on the chairs, ready for when the music stops. Nobody wants to be in the space where a seat had been before. The limbo stick goes lower again. Those left in, contort their spines to hover in the gap, avoid collapse. I cover...

Sue Proffitt

Sue Proffitt lives by the coast in South Devon, UK. She has an M.A. in Creative Writing and has been published in a number of magazines, anthologies and competitions. She has two poetry collections published:   Open After Dark (Oversteps, 2017) and  The Lock-Picker...

Daniel Rye

      Fuglafjørður I This curved town exhales fishy breath gusted in tons from berthed trawlers gashing the quay the north hauled to land groceries shopped into cars with studded tyres grinding their knuckles home lit by Christmas lights rigging a...

Anna Ruddock

      Let it be okay that it took me a while to get here If not better then equally fine to be the goldfinch who took weeks to even notice the weirdly suckered perspex shape. A phase of hover and flee then shy balance on the lip, choosing hollow still...

Laura Fyfe

      Mountain Rescue How do we pull ourselves back when we’ve nothing to hold on to? Find a way clear or stay? Wait. Song will arrive again from scrub, from burn, from leaf. We feel the weight of hope, are shocked to life by the rawness of...