Judith Taylor

      Luciferins Yeah: all the colours crowding the daylight claiming their own place in the sun and then there’s us reacting with oxygen to make our own position clear, our own availability gorgeous. Pride? Yeah: why not, we say as we spark the...

Bob Cooper

    How, tonight, a Detective Sergeant’s Wife will have her sadness taken from her  Leaning back, sipping coffee to keep awake, he’s evaluating witness statements, incident reports of suspected criminal activity, photos of indistinct footprints, and knows...

Beth Brooke

      The Birdman at Manchester Airport Makes His Confession  1962, Elisabeth Frink, Manchester Arrivals Hall We are envious, full of longing, incapable of looking at the setting of a raspberry-peach sun without desire. We want to hurl ourselves into...

Clive Donovan 

      Park At night in the dreary park empty swings the roundabout on well- greased gimbal manages to budge a little I tread the slight bounce of reconstituted tyre at the slide’s base rakish boys and girls sip from a single bottle spark up a...