Natalie Shaw

      Night punting to standstill We could see nothing Except the fizz Of our cigarettes We did not know Where the edge of the water Met the boat, or bank Our eyes were shut Or not, we couldn’t Tell, and anyway We didn’t care We had no coins We were...

Anna Saunders

      Night Crawler What a smashed glass heavens for her glossy body to break out into. Her corrugate, limb slithers her head emerges from black like Orpheus, leaving her tail – like Persephone, below. You call her yeth worm, lob night crawler,...

Thomas Irvine

      [Beard of Bees] somewhere beneath       my jaw hides a queen sleeping her tender           buzz     hums     keep me awake I          buzz     pull out her children inspect their bodies          plump and still wings    gossamer thin I            ...