Caleb Parkin

      Nature Is Healing “If humans are the virus, pandemic is the cure.” I think capitalism is the virus. We humans are still here. – Naomi Klein It constructs membranes between its most powerful organs, filters pathogens hidden in boats. It...

Sue Butler

      When I read my poem about stretch marks you said it was a funny thing to write about. I felt a flare, low down, an orange hazed ember you’d have to blow into life. Because they’re not very nice to look at you said. The flame caught, scorched...

Susan Darlington

      Promised a Hedgehog, We Wait in Your Garden Our bodies hinge into smallness, my back pressed into the shelter. Street voices fade, radios are muted, we count house lights twinkle out one by one. On the edge of sleep it comes snuffling through leaf...

Dechen Shaw

      Blown Away The Victorian spinning wheel at the top of the stairs was carved in South Wales around the time this house was built. Somewhere in the carpenter’s breath was a flicker of the blue I chose for the walls when I stripped them to go with...

Andrew Cannon

      Abreast Wait, I’m talking. It’s my turn. Be patient. It takes me a while. I have to work it out. I will keep it short. You see I’ve lived a while, learnt a few things, for example clichés are true but not always. Listen to your...