Wendy Ann Greenhalgh is on Exmoor

Exmoor I couldn’t tell what it was at first. I was barely awake. The mist curdled over the heather and the dawn cry of the curlews kept whipping the clouds up and up – so that whatever it was seemed to be steaming, trailing dry ice. The air was grainy...

A short sequence from Andrew Mcmillan

in my dreams you walk dripping from a sea journey on the highway across Americai) Atlantic Crossingtomorrow’s rain huddledbeneath the planeEngland a thread unravellinginto the Irish Seaa man in ‘departures’ madean Arthur Miller script of goodbyehis wife whispering how...

Annemarie Ní Churreáin's 'Laundry'

LaundryHere in the Indian foothills, I share a house with a man from Greecewho speaks no English perfectly,disappears for days on a motorbike,leaves his laundry on the low make-shift line, grieving an absent sun.Side by side they hang: his shirt, my summer dressas if...

Andrew Pidoux's 'Gravity'

GravityPatrick Moore, amateur astronomer and broadcaster (b.1923)Planetary in his demeanor, Humped in a puckered leather chair,                    Patrick Moore contemplates the universe In all...

Ken Head reviews Roddy Lumsden's 'Terrific Melancholy'

Terrific Melancholy, Roddy Lumsden, Bloodaxe Books ISBN:  978-1–85224-908-3 Paperback:  £8.95 79ppTerrific Melancholy, Roddy Lumsden’s sixth collection, is blessed with a cover image that strikes a chord in the imagination even before the book is...