Sten Rod Ramkhur

      The Room Laughed The room laughed. “I don’t know why people laugh” He said. “The man who used to sit in the middle there Well he hung himself last week. This is a serious disease. I don’t know why people laugh” Our eyes raise The roof...

Matti Spence

        There are changes There are changes I would like to make and there are those that are made for me   pay attention to your heart-beat which appears to happen by itself – little breath-bows to an  unknown somehow recognized musician...

Craig Dobson

      Bad Biography His home town had glory holes poked through its park’s bog walls. Outside, a granny in a tartan coat rummaged bins and fed club-footed pigeons for hours. Old fridges and sofas loitered the streets. Newsagents sold single fags to...

Mick Corrigan

      No more ordinary mornings There are no more ordinary mornings when Greenland comes pouring through your letterbox and the chickens have stopped giving milk, when you don’t have to go to the sea anymore as the sea is now coming to you. There are no...

Mark Totterdell

      Realm From an upstairs window here at home, the double line of ragged hills looks flat as file dividers in slightly different tones of blue. The thrill of finding a wide realm between them! Old farms with undead yellow elms, immense bronze globes...

Gill Horitz

      About Breath we’re together round a small screen like I remember when you were young round the hearth   but there’s no flame and the doctor is pointing with a red pen at a cavity between your lungs   talking about lymphocytes which have formed...