Antony Owen

      Pearl Harbour After Jacques Gaucheron   In Hiroshima there are many pearl harbours burning in waters of survivors eyes and I have watched her oysters prise open through grief, a pale glaucoma where the photographed dot explodes that day in...

Beth McDonough

      Swimming before the May   We heed their banter in winds though we cover our ears. Ready to shark our flesh then flense to a clench of bare bones. Swirled in the rip they whip up waves. We enter aware who lords all of this water and air....

Lily Blacksell

      Barnacle Geese   She sat all day outside the poultry tent behind a bric-a-brac table and sunglasses.     She didn’t notice, no, she didn’t care about the sunburn on her shoulders. She quite liked the pain,   something pink and...

Aiko Greig

      Cassowary   When I first loved you, shy flightless bird, our mouths barely touched. You left your red-blue scarf on the nape of my headboard, a slack talisman. A reason for your return. I could not bear   to let you go. You kicked your...

Stella Wulf

      Double Take   It was my birthday. In time-honoured wont I took the bus to the Rubicon for tea and cake with Uncle Pete, Master of Treats and Ceremonies.   The Tea Room chinked and tinkled, snug with radio hum and finger crooked genteel...