Gabriel Moreno

      Hard To Say What He Did It’s hard to say what he did, my father. His shoulders portaged crates, he captained boats in the night, chocolate eggs would appear which smelt of ChefChaouen. He taught me to listen out for bells and police sirens....

Henry Wilkinson

      An Orange in the Dark I rolled an orange across daybreak; I waited for the moon to ripen. I held you close, felt your ear in my palm As I paced the candle-lit coffee table. The biscuits had gone stale again As buses crept under the open window—...
On the eleventh day of Christmas, we bring you Helen Laycock, Ruth Aylett and Debbie Strange

Debbie Strange

  a new year we will meet again on the other side     Debbie Strange is a chronically ill short-form poet and artist whose work has been widely published internationally. Her award-winning haiku collection, ‘Random Blue Sparks’, is...