Bianca Pina

      Consistency My Dad once dismissed a friend as a hypocrite, which I took to be an induction to the truth. Lately though, I think the things I love in you I love because they’re grossly inconsistent. Your signature smell is rose, your delicate petal...

Ian Badcoe

      Everything We are eating dessert when the urge overcomes her to scrawl mathematics, the night ticks on —I drink my whisky, her Merlot grows warm— until, sudden-smiling, she holds out a paper: a simple equation with nothing crossed out; laid out...

Dila Toplusoy Günay

      Ay Anneanne After The Moon Woman (1942) by Jackson Pollock Ay Dede is what the moon was called in the bedtime stories I was told as a child who at the time had no idea that the moon could never be anyone’s grandpa, no matter what Turkish...

Sim Pereira-Madder

      The Rules of Spacetime in Dimensions Above Three Tom Giles once asked me if I had tools and at that time I didn’t because I was fifteen maybe sixteen but he was Adam’s big brother with a new flat so he was old and he knew things. He told us we...

Molly Knox

  Molly Knox is an MA Music study at Durham University. She is a poet and theatre-maker. Some of their recent work can be read in Magma, The Braag, The Gentian, and Stone of Madness.