Anne Gill

      Bombardier There is a leaflet in the pocket of the seat in front of you. Please browse at your leisure. The leaflet is important. It contains things you need to know. We hope you can read. Fasten seatbelts. Keep them fastened tight against your...

Zoë Sîobhan Howarth-Lowe

      Worrisome The lone magpie isn’t worrisome Sitting on an eave, Beak dipping between wing feathers Intent on preening Not knowing that here, sat alone People passing take him as a symbol for sorrow. However, the little birds Gathered in the frosty...

Rachel Burns

      Distracted I am distracted by the bang, bang, bang shotguns ringing out across the fields. November and the grouse hunt is in full swing, Boris and Bean, both fat both mean with their combat trousers and hardened stare beating the grouse out of...

William Harper

      Fisher’s Folly What was it that brought us to Jasper’s, We both asked of each other Late that evening. I paused, long and hard And thought of The lines My need to keep To clasp her. The party looked up and stared Straight at the fasten...

Grant Guy

      The Waitress Brought Him the Menu his wife threw him out told him he was not handsome told him he was not romantic told him he did not earn enough told him he was a bore in bed pulling the pickup out of the driveway like a thunder clap over the...

S.A. Leavesley

  S.A. Leavesley is a prize-winning poet, fiction writer and journalist. Latest poetry collections include How to Grow Matches (Against The Grain Press, 2018) and plenty-fish (Nine Arches Press, 2015). Her unpublished ‘This < > Room’ was longlisted in the...