Gill McEvoy is surviving

Surviving     You should get your hair cut, mother, it doesn’t suit your face like that.   They’re right, I know,   but I have seen my skull riding on my neck   bold and bald as a moon.   When the first faint fleece grew back I threw away...

Conor Ebbs is watching waterfalls

Weeping Waterfalls Braided streams of smoky sandDance in time by the water’s edgeHissing as they passDressing my feet. Cascading cliffs yield their stocksWeeping waterfalls of mist and stoneUnveiling the futureWith past designs.* Conor Ebbs says...

New flash fiction by John Sheirer

Mr. BootsThe last thing Bruce wanted to do while driving though upstate New York was stop at the highway rest area – but he had to. He brought in a book, locked the door, and sat down.After a moment, someone came in and sat in the next stall. The new neighbor was...

Two poems from Esther Morgan.

HarvestFor once when you asked
I followed without question,
brushing through the sour nettles
that choke the gap in the hawthorn hedge

to stand at the edge of this moment
you have led us to:
full and clear
it rises like music over the wheat.Far off a back-yard...

Helen Ivory on the Eric Gregory Awards

Fifty Years of the Eric Gregory AwardsThis year sees the 50th Anniversary of the Gregory Awards, a legacy of publisher and art benefactor Dr Eric Gregory who died in 1959.  The Awards, overseen by the Society of Authors, aim to encourage and benefit a handful of...