Deborah McClean

  Milk and Honey It’s 22:37 and I look down and see you. You’ve had another hard day; I’m not surprised you look so sad. I’m sure you are thinking of the good old days; those days when you were idle; those days when you were framed in soft...


 Robert Ford

    Lobster tail Uncommon to find such a thing up here, beyond the exhausted seaweed, vacated mussel shells and limp trawlermen’s gloves in bleached out blue or yellow rubber, their fingers often present if somewhat perished; but there it was, cradled among...

Grant Tarbard

      Gingham Have you ever seen a scarecrow’s babe? On a rough hessian teat nuzzling, mewling at the shadow of out-of-the-way crows, Death’s hands in the sky, lunatics of dew’s drench. Poultices in the shape of water weep from the burdened...

Stephen Daniels

      cheap   this love was battered eventually it started naked with its scales shining and its eyes vacant now they are covered coated and ready   a flick of batter to test the temperature followed by a splash and disruption of fat to make...

Julie Irigaray

    Drunken Roses The curtains’ psychedelic pattern is the only touch of sunshine in this flat. Beyond them, two artificial moons radiate tumours in the cemented garden and the city’s carrot bricks are prison walls pinching the sky. Inside, heads...