Ian Heffernan

      The Journey in   We pass a shock of roofs, a builders’ yard, A squat clocktower, cranes, wide bird-filled parks, Unkempt back lawns and windows seen through trees. Graffiti flares from walls of darkened brick And at unmeasured intervals we...

Steve Haywood

      The Winter Coat My fingers flicked across the screen like a concert pianist performing a well-rehearsed and all too familiar musical score: odd numbers, one to thirteen, seventeen and twenty-seven (my lucky numbers), and a small bet on red, just...

Guy Elston

      The Mishap The first barbecue of summer – the last, for Peter – had a decent turnout, uni pals and partners mostly, but the odd school hanger-on and semi-pitied colleague too. The first hour was a bit damp, naturally – politics, sport,...

Evan Hay

      Sent from my iPhone, so please excuse brevity, spelling & punctuation Sent from my iPhone whilst dieting, so please excuse an 8-point-font Sent from my iPhone during a senior moment, so with all due respect Missy- excuse spelling &...

Grant Tarbard

      The New Testament of Dog  Dog, elemental creature delving in puddles, fully formed in mud, this body earth, all love without mechanism, he is the murmur that nestles into these delightful sounds of apocalypse. Enemy fire turns off the crickets...

Zoe Brooks

      Stars in Class Our teacher would give out stars – gold stars to the bright supernovas, silver for the hard-working planets, and none for the boy at the back a black hole that sucked in everything she threw at him and gave back nothing. The...