Word & Image from C. Albert

  Flora the Poet    In Roundling time when days were young and she grew younger – Flora   who dressed in blossoms of the seasons: poinsettia, pansy, honeydew and rose, whose dewy topiary hair was adorned with watermelon-colored dumplings and her face painted...

Seth Crook

      November Skye Cut the bracken for bedding. If the frost comes first it crumbles, but the cattle still have rushes. These are the best days, work, not of necessity. I have the scythe, she has the fork. We always do this together, as if the bed’s...

Ailsa Holland

      Bookish   1 – Reading Rooms, Bodleian Library   She trails her finger down the paper slips that fill the ancient catalogues until she finds the books she wants, then softly sings her way up stairs that creak like those in old romance, to...