Rebecca Gethin

    Dingo in a World Heritage Site     I won’t forget her on the beach – fur the colours of sand. We wouldn’t have spotted her were it not for the jiggle of her gait, the turn of her head with ears pricked, the spine’s taut bow and torque of her...

Sarah Hulme

    ecotone     you         stoop         & shell your self   touch in gustgasp       gentle     now       hailsharp     you brave me    ...

Sue Proffitt

      Answering my father   You stopped the car in the lane just before our driveway. I didn’t ask why. Chestnut trees leaned in on either side, the damp air breathed. You sat there, looking straight ahead and said there’s nothing worse than being...

Arun Jeetoo

      Gay Chicken This is how it starts. Champion of every round,                                                       player, Don’t care to cleanse                                                       yourself from the corridor rumours.             ...

Finlay Worrallo

      Virginities one for hurting / for loveless / for rinsing yourself off afterwards and meeting your eye in the bathroom mirror and saying firmly you have not made a mistake / for a mistake   for knowing who you are / for confirmation for otra...

Sarah Greenwood

      Shabby chic my body is a shipwreck blooming with coral I open my legs and out pour gold doubloons it is impossible to slam a door underwater there is an opening here fathoms deep I have made a mast of myself washed up on a beach somewhere once a...