by IB | May 24, 2025 | Word & Image
O What That Hand Could Tell Jonathan Edis is a dad, international lecturer & osteopath in London. He’s a rep for...
by IB | May 24, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
Truer Knowing nothing of him now except this: a log of sickness upon sickness embarrassing to dream. The boatyards west of reasonable shipping. The wars guessed at out beside the jetty – he abstains from something, shining buttons. But the rains keep...
by IB | May 23, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
Creators Where your ancestor collected bottles amber dark as bog-steeped river water swaddling them in peachy doll flesh putty studding them with countless periwinkles gorse yellow, sorrel orange, figwort brown lamp stands to cast a circle of low light...
by Kate Birch | May 22, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
St Ann’s Square Manchester, 23rd May 2017 Because I cannot show you what is at the centre of all this I will lay language up to its edge, walk its edges the way I moved through the back of the crowd too afraid to go in. I had to shade my eyes from...
by IB | May 21, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
What Might Have Been There is a small white house high on a green hill just south of Scotland, an office bright with books and a window overlooking Magdalene, and somewhere on a dirt road between endless pastures of strong red fescue, is a man on a...
