Word & Image from Pletts and Berger

  Luna As a white moon rising-round 
there in the tooth of down drowning; my seal-eyes weightless in the nurse’s face my nightdress holds the jellied rice 
which cannot ride the spoon.     Words by Helen Pletts
 whose two collections, Bottle bank and...

Tim Lenton

Knife Hits Nerve Caught cold in dead november space between dark and dark, sky sinks like ether over crumbling consciousness, and there is no more pain or joy: simply technique, cutting through layers without feeling and behind the house where you do not live any more...

Joanna Ezekiel

Tower Block, Syria bullet-hole windows balconies tinged with grey and the roof full of stones sunrise spreads and behind the sky booms and booms a burnt block close by smoke thickens to blue it moves like a demon tastes of mortar and blood       Joanna...