Chrissy Banks

      The pink and the brown   So many times I walked head down   half asleep along that ordinary road to school until the day I saw the cherry trees sick of standing around bored and invisible all at once dressed up sinewy brown limbs embellished with...

Kate Horsley

  Field Observations Made During an Alien Abduction 1. Research Question I’m having sex with an alien. He arrived around 2 am, stringing his hands around my neck to slip me deeper into coma, like in the movies when the woman is screaming inside but sleep...

Christopher M James

    Aberfan The hillside had continued to spill onto the hand-digging first responders. Cliff Michelmore, in stark black and white, his words threading, stitching, beside himself with grief. My mother never cried so much. She’d had the two of us, had learnt...

Opeyemi Oluwayomi

    We are no longer what blood is to the body  After Tiken Jah Fakoly I They are sharing the world. This same small village of ours, where our fathers erected their huts, & buried their aged. They are destroying the sky we built with our unequal...

Heather Walker

    The Second Coming   It was a few days after Easter Sunday that Felicity saw Jesus. He was riding a bike, his long hair flowing like the robe around his shoulders. On one handle bar swung a Lidl bag. It was an odd sight, but his resurrection had just...

Rhian Thomas

    How to write a poem about a mountain On the ridge we stop to catch ourselves, leaning against crags to view the drop. You tell me how you envy my sweeping vistas, my heritage of paths that cut clean through wind. I shush your maundering and press on...