Solomon Elliott

  An Elegy for a Stinking Pigeon I jump at a thud against my window, but nobody’s there. I look into the courtyard and glare, see nothing, until My sight falls upon the pigeon, dead as a dead pigeon, The corpse nestled into the leaves to hide from the wind....

Genevieve Carver

Hysteria say you’re on stage or in Tesco buying tinned fish for the dog or it’s a dream in which you’re arguing with your mother and your womb starts moving about your body like it’s got a mind of its own the Ancient Greeks called it wandering but a better word might...

Olga Dermott

Skeleton It was one of those fancy restaurants where they pushed your chair in for you, brought the whole fish to the table. We all had to watch while the waiter performed his theatrical surgery, removing the head with a twist, then a stylish flaying until, with a...

Trelawney

  Chalice You are invited to the special dinner where I’m turning turning the blood on the costume a birthmark shaped like a question on your lips there is a wasp an asp in my milk you would have me fail.   Trelawney has been shortlisted and commended in the...

Freya Cook

You Eat a Moon as a Metaphor for Pain Here’s what’s going to happen: the moon is going to fall out of the sky and land in the basketball court in front of the apartment where your dad died. You are going to swallow it. Here’s what you are going to do: be buried under...