Jody Porter

  Heat   In these heat days when the sun displays a fiery godhead and ordains the liquefaction of Tarmac   and the deadest of nights bring a crackle of crickets and all the bedrooms burn in airless struggle   to turn the pillow then and face its...

Paul Burns

  bringing it home outside the pub the trees shone gold then ruby as the sun tried to leave. I held it up for long moments, clutching at its rays and its power to melt cars, helping them morph into the shapes of distant hills, or clouds looking out at the...

Abigail Beene

      Untitled    And I think that you think you understand a lot of things Things you just don’t. Getting caught between the rhythm and home. But you see I’m only telling you this because I used to think I understood a lot and I just...