Alfie Nawaid

      COWBOYS NEVER DIE a cowboy is that split second of doubt between victim and victor, quick whipcrack out the corner of the mouth, then dissolving into being. a good cowboy never introduces herself, wants you to confuse her for some other tasselled...

Stuart Rawlinson

Bust of a Young Man (from the Burrell Collection) Bronze. Roman copy, made in the Eastern Mediterranean. 100 BC – AD 100 I’m nineteen, I’m ancient. I am so hungover one of my eyes has fallen out… He’d come in every Saturday morning, looking rough as...

Susie Wilson

      Everybody Knows Ceilings don’t hold water well. Burst a pipe at the top of an apartment block to test this theory, if you will. Lock the doors to each flat. Let the water run down between kitchen floors, popping out the eyeballs of ceiling lights...

Andy Breckenridge

      Abertawe After Richard Siken For CHD Tell me about the time I mansplained that Swansea is the English for Abertawe and means town at the mouth of the River Tawe. And about when, from the hill above Rhossili beach Lundy Island’s spectral mass...

Mark Wyatt

  Mark Wyatt’s pattern poems have appeared in Ambit, The Echo Room, ELTED, Nine Muses Poetry, P.E.N. New Poetry II (Arts Council/Quartet), Poetry Nottingham, Slow Dancer. He is currently developing a sequence of pattern poems that take inspiration from...

Sue Wallace-Shaddad

      The Pleasure of Fruit I tempt you with morsels of soft-skinned peach, a pear sliced in quarters, pipless and skinless. Your teeth may be failing but your tastebuds savour the sweetness; juice drips down your chin. Sticky fingers once picked...