Jennie Howitt

      wild cows Those full udders will slowly burst spitting milk onto the grass strands. Will roll down to feed the roots below. Then the weeds will follow. Weeds will grow next spring. Weeds will unfold as bulbous udders without holes – un-milked –...

Matt Bryden

      Killing Time at the cider farm, eight minutes before handover, we strike on feeding the donkeys – and sprint towards the orchard, only realising in the 5:23 dusk that this is winter, the boughs fruitless, donkeys stabled – that beside ourselves...

Colin Pink

      Thorny (One Sided Conversations No4) after seeing Akram Khan’s Giselle 18 Jan 2026 to embrace you is like clasping a fist full of briars if your mouth was an envelope I’d lick it shut you can push all you like against the wall between the living...

Simon Williams

      Hummingbird Hawk Moth What were these fairies called before we knew of hummingbirds? Bumblebee moth because of the size? Reed-nose moth because of the proboscis? I fancy Garden-sprite, Hoverling, tiny Vanguard from the Realm of Humm, Flit-wing,...

Elizabeth Barton

      On Diamond Hill I didn’t think of you once as I climbed past stunted willows straggles of gorse there was no burning bush but when light poured through each stone step glittered and I heard crystals of song spilling from pipits’ throats it wasn’t...