Julian Dobson

Julian Dobson

  17 small acts of ending an ambulance stuck in traffic the picturesque potential of fallen barns library books scattered to charity shops a footpath stopped up or overgrown widening gaps between starlings a vodka bottle dumped in crocuses a Mini twice the size...

David Belcher

      How to not exist Allow yourself to be elbowed aside become a non-person an avoider of lingering looks Ask how can I best be ignored? foster a gnawing sorrow howling complaints to imaginary friends In portraits your eyes should be nebulous stare at...

Simon Williams

      I Want to Become a weasel, in a sleeky, twisty body, all eyes and teeth like a deadly zip. I would have become a badger in preference, but they have been having a bad time around here, through no fault of their own, shot for being badgers. So...

Zoe Davis

      Secret Society I joined a secret society advertised in the back pages of a magazine. I forget which, but I found it nestled in 8pt font and fancy border between time share apartments in Lanzarote and the commemorative plates. Yours for just three...

Callan Waldron-Hall

      dance dance revolution long weekend ← or ← perhaps ↑ summer holiday → from the back of someone’s car boot ↑ the strange → sweated plastic all pink and blue and folded → arrows stacked and pointing towards themselves↓ like meeting for the first...