Jill Sharp

      Leda plucks a swan Old now, the body that enchanted him grown coarse, how could he know her? Yet she knows him, this creature, even with fallen wings, eyes empty of desire. Not hers. She’s spent a lifetime finding what he stole from her, doing it...

Laurie Kolp

        The Snobby Woman Pretends Not to See Me and sweeps her nose to the sky and sniffs moon dust and yoyos her eyelids like a freak show act and then looks away and I once had a doll with blinking eyes like that and her face and arms and legs...

Eluned Jones

      The Slate Museum Machinery peeled from sudden rain over the shoulder of black light the chwarel quarrel yr hen ddyn a’i hammer his chisel splitting the hard word to the grandfather clock I start to remember, this is the story of the girl and her...

Maggie Butt

      Replete Enough of beauty – I have devoured small boats curtseying at anchor, green palace-dotted hills swarming the spice-scented shore of Asia Minor. I couldn’t chew another mouthful of waves, scything and winnowing light with the wash of...