L. Haiman

      O is the Mother Letter   My baby is hungry. Grabs me with both hands. I am an apple, apparently no will. I give in to his teeth and hate it. Him I love! I can’t say No and even when I do I go back On my word. It must be that consent is...

Francis de Lima

      Portrait   Oh London. U useless city. Map to                                                                         nowhere land. Tight stretch                                                                          open eye. The...

Miriam Swales

      STEMs When I was 12, I knew the weight of a human head. 8 Heads in a Duffel Bag (a bit of dark comedy). It grew from there. The curiosity. The calculations. But, perhaps, that’s not true. 4 years before that, The Magic School Bus taught me the...

Alison Pritchard

      Broad-blotch Drill (a.k.a. Orange-spot Daisy Moth) By what rough science were you given this migraine of a name, which starts as a spillage on the workshop floor and ends so gratingly?     Alison Pritchard is from Derbyshire and mostly...

Matt Gilbert

      A Rat Decides to Change its Place   Disgust springs up from the guts to meet a sprinting lump of furry muscle. Only to be ambushed by a brilliance of nose, a skittering perfection of racing claws, Sleek brown legs, pumping from the stewed-tea...
Kathleen Bryson

Kathleen Bryson

I Am the Dreaming Herpetogaster Chimera : Painting by Kathleen Bryson   I Am the Dreaming Herpetogaster Chimera I am the dreaming herpetogaster chimera and I am part-and-parcel of the impossible animals project. My cherry-blossoming phallic self obviously dubbed...