Debs Buchan

      Fuel For The Fire Tish Murtha. Photographer 1956 – 2013 She never ran away or tried to escape that unholy beginning She wasn’t one to cry when she was beaten Tish was always coming home home with its broken bricks and scrap fires always the smell...

Rebecca Brown

      Up She Rises   Hooray and up she rises early in the morning She’s grateful to be alive with these tumours crackling in her bones Coaxes arthritic legs to take the first steps of the day There’s weight in her chest as she leans into the bin and...

Alan McGuire

      Going Downtown Going downtown was pre-drinking, save money, buy confidence. Going downtown was queuing outside Walkabout, a drunken reality show. Going downtown wasn’t a release, but a rite of passage. Going downtown was therapy. Going downtown...

R.C. Thomas

      The Universe Dreamed I: 16th September 2023 The Universe dreamed I’d come to its restaurant. I needed to pass the time before my train home. The restaurant bustled with galaxies intending to dine together. It felt only fair then that I give...