Emily Rose Galvin

      12.10 At precisely ten minutes past 12am, a poem was written. The location being less precise, we can say that somewhere on this, our dear planet, one poem was birthed. Pushed through crimson, through a prism of metaphor, through cranial channels...

Eve Atkinson

      Timing I’m growing as slowly as             Pangea broke             apart invisibly, but                                                        Colossally I won’t be recognisable, save for the jagged                           edges of 2 lives...

Jenny Lester

      Topple The Statue On the statue of Henry Dundas on the column in St Andrews Square, Edinburgh It will fall Left Onto George Street It will crush 3 cars There will be no fatalities The column will lie for 300 years The buses will be redirected...

Sue Burge

      Moongirl menstruates moongirl, plump and gibbous as a bee shiny pollen bleeding silver down her starwhite moongirl, shimmering gymnast each luminous clot a tumbling planet moongirl, astride basks in the glory of her deep silver moongirl,  whispers...

Madeleine Accalia

      body where does all the dirt come from? I’m scared my dentist will say something is wrong I’m into skincare now over the hump of acne years everyone tells me to drink more water even the girls who have never had a spot swear by it my foot is...

John Tustin

      The Balance Now is not the time for Grandiloquence. Now is not the time To gorge on suppositions, Weigh alleged propositions Or become trapped in the miasma Of the imaginary. No. Now is the time To ascertain How much time alone is too much And how...