Wendy Stern’s ‘Kshanti’

#TheWritingLife is a hash tag sometimes used by writers on social media to vent their frustrations with lines of poetry, chapter openings and recalcitrant characters that refuse to fit in. But what about when that writing life means each and every line you compose...

Victor Buehring

      Behind me But off the highway – who is it? His track is lost in the undergrowth, the bushes close together behind him. The grass straightens up, the wilderness swallows him  – Goethe: ‘Winter Journey in the Harz’ The fleeting shadow that I cast,...

Robert Etty

      Leuacanthemum Vulgare and a Cow in Kyyjavi, Central Finland (From a photograph on Wikipedia, with acknowledgements) The photograph catches one ox-eye daisy in sun in a meadow in Kyyjärvi and a brown and white cow slouching up to pose, view...

Holly Magill

      Lit up They lift sweetie-sharp glow-stars on tips of licked fingers, glue them, neon scabs, to the inside of her skull – she is lit. Colour-studded, so damned pretty – a reverse Easter egg for the cracking. The grit-stars shoot all night: there is...

Stefanie Bennett

      PSALM 72    Since we’ve ‘bitten The dust’ Our jaws have Grown The most Improbable Prose Garden.         Stefanie Bennett has published several books of poetry, a novel, & a libretto. Of mixed ancestry...

Sophie-Louise Hyde

    from United We stand The Commute 6 o’clock. I would, usually, run home from work at WaterLinks. Mum said, ‘Don’t’. ‘Don’t run home from work today’, but I still didn’t feel unsafe. ‘In a record breaking 18 hours, Birmingham saw widespread violence and...