Cherry Doyle

      Fox-wife When I told you I’d trick the moon right out of the sky and into your wine, your eyes said I couldn’t be trusted; you knew my kind that come on the breeze, under the crow’s wing, when hope needs us the most. My hands are...

Lucy Hamilton

      Molasses & Snow In spite of the art class On Desecration I cannot vandalize but cut out a copied inscription A une ex-Canadienne to paste above my mother’s face & shoulders which rest on a plinth of text highlighted yellow|Such a surprise...

David Felix

  David Felix is an English visual poet who lives in Denmark. He comes from a family of artists, magicians and tailors and was raised on oil paint, sleight of hand and Singer sewing machines.   At some point during the last century, You can see more of his work...

Tony Rickaby

      Tony Rickaby’s current practice reflects on walks around South London, where he lives. Recently he has written for Litro Magazine, Stepaway Magazine, ken*again, experiential-experimental-literature, Sugar Mule, The Whistling Fire and Fox Chase...