Kay Feneley

      Office Workers Against Sewage Some days I must immerse myself in the waters These days are more than others Monday 09.06 – a sewage overflow has activated Some days on the shore silence as we change snuggle mugs, pass biscuits around Tuesday...
Emily Coles

Emily Coles

tangential light clear skies nightfall, constellations, spool. a regular pattern. metrical rhythm not simply read but sung.     Emily Coles is a visual artist whose practice is focused on artist’s books. Her work often explores text and pattern. She...

David I. Hughes

      The Cartographer He does not shout. He charts. Where treaty lines once hung like old nets, he inks the deep, the dark, the yet-unmade. The map bleeds where his stylus rests. Tested: the pipeline’s buried nerve, the cable’s woven thought, the...

Anne Stewart

      03:41 Downstairs    a poem for insomniacs Huddled on the cat’s blanket, hyenas crying through the night. Scribbled notes regretting tea, the need for light. Time passes, shoulders settle the hyenas to a quiet shout. Everything goes cold as energy,...

Mark Czanik

      Scavengers I loved the tales Luke told me of starving writers, and the sacrifices they made following their hearts. Philip K Dick eating dog food. Bukowski’s candy bars. A forgotten Fitzgerald’s writing How are you? postcards to himself in the...

Stephen Chappell

      At the Barbers She has a way of tilting your head as if lining up a thought. Neither rough nor tender—decisive, like someone used to responsibility. She remembers names, gently enquires after sick wives, errant sons, daughters who never phone,...