Mark G. Pennington

      The sea organ city Vigo in Autumn is still a furnace the nightjars roost on ram-tarmacked roads and hot guapas carrying fish baskets in narrow alleys or chestnut groves leading to the sands listen to me hola gracias and other various offences and...

Ivan McGuinness

      Bourn Identity   Begins in a bubble strained by chalk. Where the brim-full hill cries, weeping tracks merge into an idea of brook: Letcombe, until merging with Ock. Earth accommodates to accumulate, hollows between course, force and...

Elizabeth Wilson Davies

      Watermarked There are places in Wales I don’t go: reservoirs that are the subconscious of a people – R S Thomas Cofiwch Dryweryn, that two-word protest, white on blood-red background, landscaped in green, mural on a ruined Llanrhystud cottage,...

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...