Philip Rösel Baker

      Grieg, the Pianist and the Listener Troldhaugen, Norway Her fingers lightly assertive, she searches out meaning, concealed on the stave, feeling his music’s contours, the way a breeze explores the scribbled score of a rock-strewn escarpment, a...

Michael Shann

      Ambresbury Banks Early March, after weeks of rain: between a young oak’s leggy roots, a cushion of dun, desiccated leaves. Shadows of other trees all point towards me like the black lances in Uccello’s Battle of San Romano. I sip hot coffee from...

Darren Deeks

      Burglaries You have been burgled. While you were out with the dog, a burglar made best use of that yawning kitchen keyhole to spook through tracelessly. They were a ghost, floating through your house, with all the time in the world to inventory...

Rachel Lewis

      Cemetery A pity the door is locked. You have to climb in over the fence, which is low in places. A large cemetery, matzevot crushed by falling trees – Tripadvisor review I step through missing bricks. Green graves cluster on a rise under a...

Kexin Huang

      Woof Woof She came growling at me like a wolf, muttering moonlight out of her throat and blood is the future in my skin. No more good girl. She kept moving in her frightened threats, unstable pain swallowed in an unspeakable way. Like me with my...