Steph Morris

      Summers in black Who’s idea was it? I think his, as I’d started wearing everything from Oxfam. Among my finds collarless shirts. There was I and my clique, ourselves fearfully fresh, seeking out lived-in things, clothing with more history than us....

Kathy Pimlott 

      Going down to do lights and curtains to fool any burglars Twilight: one after another security lights click on illuminating pathways, steps, empty front lawns, triggered by my benign progress, then, disappointed, click off. The sky is a layer cake...

Sharon Black

      Free Range My thoughts are skittish, peck at whatever they find. I flick each whitewash flake into the bin. Shadows on the walls are darkened rooms in which I lose myself, daily: if I say that I look for this at the edge of every brightness would...

Vanessa Napolitano

      A bit OCD Floors are unvacuumed. Spices remain un-alphabetised. I bless the spaces between the furniture to keep everyone safe. Seven. I do not arrive exactly on time. Margins can keep their default size. I would like you to promise me this isn’t...

Ben Verinder

      Nostalgia as Yogi Bear Ruminates through you for something tasty, prizes of the Jellystone mind. Lifts a memory from the pic-a-nic basket of your past and sniffs it excitedly. He lies about the freshness of the morsel. Exaggerates its taste. Hey...

Jane Spray

      I’m just an ordinary dryad After Anna Saunders not like fancy Eurydice   with her sun god father keep things simple   I say   I don’t have her dilemmas full moon   in new dark   rising to light skin and bark together woodbine up hazel shoots in...