Brian Rihlmann

      Brick by Brick how tough a wall you can build from bubbles they stack like bricks and solidify into something you couldn’t break with a sledgehammer when you pick up the phone the words are fewer harder dripping not flowing a sponge wrung to its...

Helen Kay

      NIMBY and the Supermoon 2018 The window by her pillow has the best job in the house: it sneaks in day to kiss her awake to      a tail-thumping heart. Curtains slice a piece of sky, twig-flecked, let her taste the creamy dawn            shame it’s...

Setareh Ebrahimi

      Galloping Horses We caught a moment of your underwater world. Galloping horses, the midwife said. In there there’s weird fishes and a submarine with a rotating light looking for life steadily; beep, beep, beep. You like to hide. At first on screen...

Cliff Forshaw

      Ice These days the permafrost is no such thing, breeds crooked shoots, springs fingers. Ancient hands reach out to us from ice through melting rings: our histories disinterred from broken land. Revenants with their bronze-age seeds, knapped...

Judi Walsh

       Stone Let me look at your face in wonder, and hold it in my hands. Let me, with careful fingers, trace that noble nose, handsome and proud, which now can’t poke where it doesn’t belong. Let me stroke those silky eyelids with my thumbs. I will try...