Gemma Harland

      Possession You have stolen my ears and filled my mouth with ash. My hands and feet are your servants running errands through shifting labyrinths, according to your whim. On every cell of my body your name is stamped. You have buried my feelings in...

Alex Josephy

      Therapy Take thistledown, hold it in the bowl of your palms. Feel it tingle like Spumante. No, it can’t mend your heart, but it will float you to the surface of your skin. A cure for that dull ache under the ribs, that beats each time you long for...

Emma Baines

    Vital Signs We laughed, in spite of the darkness, at the circles around your eyes. and you rolled them over hand-knitted hats in the chemo ward, to cover things we tried to hide. when I shaved your head and the last of your hair fell in your lap, you...

Michéle Beck

      Siblings I can remember raw eggs sat sweating in cups dried scabs splitting into islands, as we banged together our knees under the table He was the older one but I the fiercer Holes kicked through cheap chipboard, the door’s tantrum-keepsakes....

Matthew Friday

      3 Swans Arrive in Prague They arrive clothed in April keenness, three Valkyries, a cloudy V made for smaller birds. They fly across the face of the National Theatre: golden spikes, a winged charioteer and reeling horses, frozen in jealous bronze....