Julia Gibson

      Staying Put When you stick around for long enough, you get good at being in a place. You know the best secluded spots where you can watch stars or sunbathe on a rock, letting sunbeams soak through all your senses while you kiss or make flat stones...

John Porter

      Bear hunt The mistake was leaving the window open an exit to fly to the forest at the moon’s invitation and track the smell on the sweat from the firs. Is she hiding tonight? Or following in circles there’s a meaty breath at my neck, I run until...

Leah Larwood

      Alchemy of sleep When night turns to ice, and where walls turn to rain turn to sea, after half light turns to day dark, and where beds turn to urns and time turns to you, and sky turns to dust. Where door opens to field, and wild fear turns to...

Rachel Goodman

      Composition 10/ Pier and Ocean – Piet Mondrian a peeled eye prickling turned to the outside I am already here underknowledge poking through I itch with the shame of it follicles exposed how dare you (paint this)? clustered struts stand close and...