Hilary Hares

The Crofton Road home team play football with the moon They have no kit to speak of but compensate with unshakeable belief they’ll ace the cup. With this in mind, they’ve got young Sharkey Thompson up in goal. Starts well. McGarry heads a blinder, slips – a fatal...

Sue Finch 

      His Nose is so Visible Against the Midnight Blue The moon is a Punch in the sky. A boy is carrying a bruise. And nobody is talking to either of them about ordinary things. She says she cannot trace the shape of the puppet you are seeing in...

Heather Holcroft-Pinn

      Cunning These things I know, and in knowing, can do; I am able, and my ability like my anatomy is deceitful. Canniness is seeing illusion not sin in the tip of the tongue the curve of the eye; the bodies like mine whipped for their wits. It is...

Ruth Higgins

      The Stopping Thing after Wanda Coleman You wrestle the car seat’s five-point harness, scrabble for a foothold in the new life. The baby has thin hair and flaky skin like age — this daughter dished up fresh out of my body to gaze clear-eyed at air....