Martin Redfern

    The tone of your voice I watch you answer the phone. From the tone of your voice, I realise it’s over.   I hear the tenderness I had understood was mine. You run your fingers through your hair, The breeze unsettling your dress. I comb your exquisite...

Fiona Donaghey

      Going Home   The house has grown small and fragile. The ghosts at the top of the stairs are now cupboards   holding dolls that are strange and worn and familiar,   they suffocate the  excitement of childhood.   Somewhere inside...

Alex Nodopaka

    A Mousy Story I know I know those fricken mice have guts. Once upon a time I cornered one and approaching it with an open shopping bag that bitch jumped past the bag straight at me now mind you my hands were busy holding the sac open so I had to use my...