Laurence Morris

      Plantation blues Morning light is warm quicksilver on the desert plateau of the high Monadhliath, bare stone and scoured earth the seed of man and winter. The upward flow of pines is genesis not rewilding, redcoat drumbeats on the drove road still...

Ysella Sims

      Changeling Away over the hills the girl’s father is shapeshifting – grown grey and yellow, wheezing against the pillow’s soft sink, feet that have polkaed and gavotted, tangoed and waltzed vaulting him now, into the submission of the couch....

Fiona Perry

      The Mirror   Eimear’s half-brother, Julian, died and left her a terraced house. I offered to help Eimear clear the rooms and to do runs to the charity shop with anything worth passing on.  We discovered that he had amassed about a hundred...

p.a. morbid

      the agony of the everyday that blue light these damp pavements will shine and move other people when you’re no longer a memory     p.a. morbid runs The Black Light Engine Room Press. Middlesbrough Historian & Outsider Artist. Married...

Sue Burge

      Moongirl menstruates moongirl, plump and gibbous as a bee shiny pollen bleeding silver down her starwhite moongirl, shimmering gymnast each luminous clot a tumbling planet moongirl, astride basks in the glory of her deep silver moongirl,  whispers...