Gordon Vells

      Flat Holm Not the boring twin. Not even benign. This is a proper island: rocks, foghorn, lighthouse. Chinkle of footsteps on slate roof fragments – the detritus of war and peacetime paranoia. A glut of leadberries at the defensive ditch: juicy,...

Jacob Burgess Rollo

      Jacob Burgess Rollo is a poet and prose writer based in Dorset, his work is featured in From the Lighthouse and Avant Cardigan, a zine he founded with friends. He has an English Literature BA from Durham and is going on to study for a...

Dilys Wyndham Thomas

      a ghazal for Doggerland —after Doggerland: Lost World in the North Sea, Rijksmuseum van Oudheden (2021) we walk through the exhibition hall lost amongst water-logged bones, a sunk haul lost grave-deep underwater, newly unearthed as North-Sea...

Ruth Lexton

Time Travel Whilst the Kettle Is Boiling It is late at night and the kettle is boiling, a quire of steam fanning out in the white kitchen you are holding me as if I were your girl again you are speaking of how much you missed me. Late it is to be taking the outlines...

Stewart Carswell

      Let me tell you about a house on the street where I live #39 It’s the house at the end. White paint flakes off the front gate, wood rots beneath. The rusted latch doesn’t shut it — when the wind changes it takes the gate with it. Someone forgot a...

Chris Kinsey

      Willow Island Hey cat, you’re doing really well, three fields stalked and only one to go. I’ll wield my stick if cows come trampling the cuckoo flowers and clover. Let’s climb the arch of this willow bridge cracked by the wind so it bows its crown...