Sarah Doyle

      Sunstroke I knew a man with suns for eyes, he blazed with sex and golden lies, a burning shitstorm in disguise. How slowly do the seasons turn. The solar flares of hot desire cannot cleanse a cheating liar. The glaring fact: you play with fire,...

Abigail Ardelle Zammit

    House, Coyo Atacama Desert Two men talking about sex, drunk, splattering words like spells – they’ll bring in the culandero, the woman with fangs – Somebody has given herself prematurely. Somebody has fallen off a swing. Somebody knows the timing’s...

Jessica Mookherjee

      Second Generation Upgrade I take an invisible dog on holiday to the coast, with raven feather tied to my hair and a new iphone in my bag, my passport is ready for a quick get away, and I must look a sight in these snow-boots and sunset skin. I ask...

Dane Holt

          Dane Holt’s poems have been published in Poetry Ireland Review, The Trumpet, The White Review, Stand, bath magg, One Hand Clapping , Anthropocene and elsewhere. He is poetry editor of The Tangerine, a Belfast magazine of new...

Kate Venables

      A Strange Madeleine  My paternal grandfather was a dentist and set up his practice before the First World War in his parents’ home at 222 Linthorpe Road in Middlesbrough. The house had a workshop at the bottom of the garden for the dental...