Sarah Rowland Jones

      Early Morning   The terns lift as one from the salt-pools behind the beach – a thick undulating line the lazy ripple of a shaken-out duvet. They dip, rise and swirl like cream stirred through coffee and dissolve into the mist.     Sarah...
Nina Nazir

Nina Nazir

Egg Woman Series #5, collage & gel pen on paper, 2024 the egg woman spends her days writing she is alone again she must find a way to gather momentum   Nina Nazir is a British Pakistani poet, writer, artist and blogger based in Birmingham, UK.  She has been...

JLM Morton

      Charm for a walk     In a dull sky the guttering flame of a white heron, drawn down to the bourne. Then a field of black dock fluttering and rising like a bedsheet of crows. The webbed slush that vanishes to the touch. Did you pay for...

Tonnie Richmond

      Secrets     We could tell there was something we weren’t allowed to know. Something kept hidden from us children, something not quite right with Mr Jones. We wondered why his wife had rabbit-in-the-headlight eyes. When blue lights came...

Morag Smith

The Rescuers       When the waters broke we were out there, borderless, with just a view of bloodshot sky from the labour suite, his weight a nautilus shell, face pinched in perpetual sleep, one silk eyelid pulled awry as dawn held him at the edge of...