Ibrar Sami

      Return Across the barren land where blood once played its savage Holi, the fearless migratory birds have returned again. In the melancholy blue sky their wings beat with a message of arrival. Blooming flowers fell in the middle of the day— they...

Anyonita Green

      Examining clots It wobbles slightly, red wine jelly. I peer at it, nose close enough to smell the iron, the scent of coagulant, inhaling through slightly parted lips I imagine I can taste it, how everything tasted metallic, like monkey bar poles...

Soledad Santana

      Kamila Seen as she’d hung her cranial lantern from the roof of her step-father’s garden shed, the parabolic formula was skipped; like two calves, we followed the fence to the end of the foot-ball pitch. Beneath their sprinklers, we kissed on our...

Claire Harnett-Mann

      Common Ground Behind the block, the night tears in scrub-calls. Fox kill scores the morning, ripped by prints in muck. There’s a form for this, a number to call, an action plan, a statement on how the city manages its wild, what to do when...

Hedy Hume

      Manchester Piccadilly ➡ Wolverhampton Stepping into the opposing seat I smile, and the look I receive Makes me feel the antisocial one. With oh so many missed connections It seems that somewhere, somewhen, somehow Something has gone horribly...