Martin Fisher

      Old Empress Inside, in the half-light, the iron rot took hold. Forgotten service–obsolete. Salt-coin neglect. The money flowed inland, Moored on an hourglass choke. No one told the sea. Orange hull still bright, Empress her name- cracked white...

Craig Dobson

      Down the Dank Way Out of morning a misted light, glowing fire in the air. Bare trees, frozen. A paling sky. The ground’s hoary pelt. Dark river, whisps of vapour on its surface, like wights stalking the remains of night. Craig has had poetry,...