George Freek on Holocaust Memorial Day

      Sonata for the Dead (After Li Shangyin) Crows pick at the rotting bones of skeletons who gaze with sightless eyes at the stars, where our dreams abide, but never come alive. Crows, seeking somewhere to feed, scatter like fallen leaves, as wind...

Claire Smith

      Fish-Tale   She gorged on forests, gluttonous for the town, craved torchlit streets every time she went back to normality.  She swapped her tail for a man washed up on the shore along with the shingle, salt-seaweed, and crab-carapace. She burns...

John Newton Webb

    A dental technician rips up a postcard of dental puns Have you known the suffering wrought by damaged mouths? Or the solemn joy of healing? Have you reckoned with the uses of dental records? Think through the murdered and the long dead; think of things...

Simon Alderwick

      coffee and the interconnectedness of all things i like the darkness of it, the bitterness, the ring of light reflected on the surface. i like the story. the crushed beans. the crop growing on the side of a mountain. i like the journey, but in...