Luke Lewin Davies

      Stefan We did foster care. We took in this kid. He was eight and his name was Stefan. His dad had recently died, his mum had severe mental health issues. There was a step-dad, we were told. But he belonged to us, for now. We met Stefan a couple of...

Abigail Flint

      Self portrait as Blackpool I am towering tall enough to ride The Wild Mouse. A cockle-hearted donkey named for a flower that doesn’t grow in sand. My bridle is so pretty, red with tin bells but my sea is impossible always out of reach or crashing...

Jill Jones

      Being Changed I am sap breathtake sound of another day a little door swinging with breezes looking for a superpower in this implacable taxed body like all our devices sending signals emojilike to impossible objects thinking we shall be changed in...

Kerry Anderson

      Hong Kong, China. September 2018 “Well, where did you see it last?” asks Zoo without looking up. He crushes the tiny ants that surge from behind our toaster. “The wedding,” I say. The wedding table dangles upside down outside our apartment’s...