Robert Harper

      Through a Lens They turned and looked at me as I stood half in the doorway, half in the hall, unaware this had been brewing long before the leaves of trust were bagged up in the coal shed. All eyes speaking louder than a bloody lip, screams...

Marion Oxley

      A Taxidermist Regenerates Blackburn The heart had gone out of it. They’d wanted a Poundland or a Gregg’s; said they needed it. She got out the rat purse, unzipped the fur, counted the coins. She knew where to spend a pound to buy a frozen takeaway...

Jane Lovell

      Two Mountains What is destined will reach you, even if it be beneath two mountains.
What is not destined will not reach you, even if it be between your two lips. Imam Ghazali I have moved two mountains. There is rubble everywhere, pissed off...

Janet Hatherley

    Ghazal:  Trace   Nothing’s better than our laughter, on earth, daughter, Mum, me, in stitches, dafter, on earth. Make every second count, the years stride on as time’s a serial grafter, on earth. Night falls quickly, with the fluttering bats and...

Jinny Fisher

      The Scarf This is the scarf Miranda makes. It is the scarf that she knits and knits and knits in strips of colours she picks from the current selection of wool in the hospice shop and that flows from the chest at the end of her bed down the stairs...