Vote for your December 2017 Pick of the Month

  Are you sitting comfortably? There’s a storybook feel for most of the shortlist for our final Pick of the Month for 2017 but, being IS&T, we are always telling it slant! Please make your choice from the poems below (or see the ‘Vote for your Pick of...

Ali Whitelock

    the cumquats of christmas past you hailed your taxi tuesday the eight–– eenth of february 2014 at four twenty seven p.m. i watched it approach swerve to the kerb its back doors fly open––if this was death i saw it crouched behind the wheel & jaded as...

Joanne Key

    Mrs Winter Comes Home A whisker above zero, she appears on Slaughter Lane. Glass-winged in the glow of fairy lights, she falls to Earth as a dark, silk slip of a thing, drifting in, soft as baby breath. Poor lamb. Her body pools on the floor outside the...