Philip Rush

    A Dose of Chaminade At the end of the lawn as you contemplate the gentle lake and do your best to translate the poetry of the crows, you can hear against a small wind the drawing-room piano. It is playing a piece called L’Ondine, a piece which wears an...

Samuel Wilson-Fletcher

      from Wave Diary Sunday I would have swallows nesting in my church and moss on the pews. I would have the tide wash in twice a day, to decorate the church with sacred cuttlefish bones and rosaries of shells. I would have the walls barnacled up to...

Isabelle Thompson

      For Dad After ‘The Lark Ascending’ by Vaughan Williams When we walk down to the canal, through the industrial estate with its units of noise and smell, past the field, so green I swear I can see every blade needling its way through the alert...

Grant Guy

      The Waitress Brought Him the Menu his wife threw him out told him he was not handsome told him he was not romantic told him he did not earn enough told him he was a bore in bed pulling the pickup out of the driveway like a thunder clap over the...

Maryam Gatawa

      …And tell the stars Then tell the stars To take their leave too For within our breasts Shines the inward light To sail us through These fields of darkness Why wait for the gardens to Bear you sweet roses Or rent the cloaks of your hope To...