Iain Britton

      Five Compression Poems    – from special effects one look at her face | her eyes her blue tattoos | she steps onto no man’s land takes a deep breath & touches the hearts of last week’s stripped & searched cosmic-brokers of dreams |...

Devon Balwit

      servant of the living word a chill breeze pours over me from the night window, what baptism should have felt like had God existed when I was fully immersed, decades ago, in a Wisconsin lake, a disassembly and then a remembering, a being shaken...

Tom Stevens

      Crossing the English channel by foot- I’ll make Dieppe by tea-time. I push images of that great bolt of fluid streaming out of Shoreham sewage treatment plant, snaking towards Brighton beach, out of my mind, striding into the churned, murky...

Kim Whysall-Hammond

    Broken cable In the middle of the bright Atlantic Floating on the swell between island volcanoes Looking past reflective surface tension To silvered gas bubbles beneath catching the light And across the issuing rift A long snake of data cable Broken...