Sarah Boyd

      Finely balanced He’s a house of cards, a delicately balanced pyramid held together by hearing aids and dusty bifocals and wobbling dentures and ageing pacemaker and shirt with three buttons missing in action and tea-stained cardigan with more...

Samantha Carr

      Unexploded Bombs You became obsessed with nucleated red blood cells when you peeked through an aperture window at your liquid, viscous nature. You became obsessed with maps after an unexploded bomb exposed a Second World War timeline fault...
Steph Morris

Steph Morris

Eupatorium maculatum     Acer pseudoplatanus     Quercus robur     About the plant poems: They were sketched from life in a notebook. Later I created riso prints with two or three colours based on the sketches. I tried to make the words...
Lesley Curwen

Lesley Curwen

    Valentia Light There are storms on the way. Look, look upwind. How we crave light. The southwesterly seethes. It is coming in, the fierce ocean. There is no defence against the rock’s teeth, only light. And the waves, a cross-hatched expanse whose white...
Zain Rishi on Meredith MacLeod Davidson

Zain Rishi on Meredith MacLeod Davidson

    In Praise of transpiration by Meredith MacLeod Davidson From the opening poem of Meredith MacLeod Davidson’s transpiration, we find ourselves in a landscape haunted by cycles of loss. ‘Anchorless / a boat bangs against sea-weathered pylons,’ and...