Jim Paterson

      One For The Crow A Tuesday morning in November out on the street taking in the bins. As a flight of crows flashed past the street lights went out. My neighbour, very good at counting, said it was a coincidence, but it looked as if the crows put...

Andy Humphrey

      Becoming Hedgehog (i) Noises are louder now: the kesh of tyres on tarmac slicked with leaves. Rain’s drumming thunder. My other self pulls at me, pricks from inside. Limbs compress, ribs tighten around starved lungs. I furl; I shrink, a leaf about...

Chrissie Gittins

      My Brother Teaches Me How To Open And Close A Door When you’ve used one handle to open the door, use the other handle to close it. That way the draft from the open window won’t whip it closed and wake everyone up. Even now he still teaches me –...

Morgan Harlow

      Notes after a walk: a tree that had caught its own fallen limb She hadn’t lost a child but if she had she imagined it would be like that. To hear footsteps running up behind you, and to turn around and no one there. To see a crow gliding under the...

Stephen C. Curro

      calm river again, his fishing line caught on a tree * raindrops slide down the window death in the family * thick clouds snowflakes dot my dog’s fur * breaking clouds flower petals pasted to my windshield * Christmas dinner with Mom’s new...