Jonathan Croose

    CW: Car accident and loss of life. Death Knock. A fen road took them, sometime in the early hours, when the mist hung over the muddy dykes and the reeds sighed with grief and the handsaw lifted, on solemn beats of its grey and shrouded wings. They left...

Gordon Scapens

      ELECTED For safe keeping they split the truth into manageable pieces. They hid some between silence and promise, let it grow to myth. Hid some between action and contrived headline changing its shape. Hid some between hearing and interpretation,...

Gary Jude

        The Blue Whale (Natural History Museum, London) The mandibles look like the tusks of some gigantic bull elephant bagged by hunters posing for a photograph in pith helmets next to a tent and a wind up phonograph. I reckon the Titanic’s...

David Keyworth

      Keep Going Aldgate had its usual smell of dirty metal and coffee. I jumped from platform to carriage. I squeezed beside a Tate Britain poster, clutched the grab-handle. When I chanced a glance, I saw I was the only one standing. Everyone else was...

Cal O’Reilly

      Portbou After Mary Jean Chan Reminded of my body by the climb I feel the sun, its love and anger, a baked red brick rubbed on the back of my calves. Hiking in a binder was a shit idea, My lungs reach to surface, come short. There’s a sweat mirage...