Rebecca Gethin

      Narrowing Fog inhabits the air so as I walk through cloud shadow I find another beside me, her breath condensing on my hair drawing me into the grey no-light that sprawls around, ensnaring me in a long drawn-out dawn where all I can see lies at...

Beth McDonough

      We observe this word, abscission turn fashionable, hang in air. Once botanists’ part-property, at least cased in scientific sights; now – in this most now of times – it’s ours. Perhaps this year holds terms longer, closer than is usual. Leaves in...

Andrew Turner

    While the rope creaks The tall red haired girl recollects that she has balanced on the frayed tips of forests the mutant skins of rivers the sawn edges of seas that her precarious symmetry has taken her along the uncertain beam of the world but now she...

Skendha Singh

      Dear – or, maybe not dear. Or dear, as addressed to an editor, an employer, a stranger one has business with. But, not a stranger, intimate – like an ex, but not estranged, close as a friend, watchful like a long-nosed neighbour. You...