Kik Lodge

      Foresting Grannylou steps into the forest and a thousand Grannylous greet her. A mess of baby Grannylous roll along the forest floor, plum-cheeked and pawing at squirrel tails, giggling at twenty-something Grannylous who slot themselves into...
Nina Nazir

Nina Nazir

Time Suspended, gel pen & biro on paper, 2022, (text source: A Primer for Poets & Readers of Poetry by Gregory Orr, p.104)   Nina Nazir (she/her) is a British Pakistani artist, poet and general creative bod based in Birmingham, UK.  She’s had work...

Vera Zakharov

      Ceres in the garden You wring yourself from me a sort of ripening a size-of-fist fruit pome trailing smashed seed juice you slip from my palms, lovelike my plum pudding prismatised in the light in your soft proto-placental such brilliant viscera...

Italo Ferrante

      peter lacy you beg me to saturate you    like oxygen in a hyperbaric chamber    just a whiff of torso a lungful of animalic notes    my bones smell smoky & powdery against yours    don’t magnetise yourself    I prefer you smaller than a nail...

Deborah Harvey

      When an albatross crash-lands in a dream Long ago I saw an albatross fly head-first into a dream so fast so hard it penetrated half a mile deep. Inside the crater a wreckage of feather and bone remains which over millennia became this fossilised...