Deborah Karl-Brandt

      The Peace of Winter With every book I sell, with every piece of clothing I give away, with every one of my old toys I bury deep into the trash bin, I feel a bone deep tiredness creeping into my soul. I know, I know, I have to let go. But please...

Clare Bryden

      [Haiku]    how do I begin? the song of a robin is lost in the telling     Clare Bryden is a writer, artist and consultant based in Exeter. Her interests are wide-ranging, but primarily the place of human beings within the natural...

R.C. Thomas

      The Universe Dreamed I: 16th September 2023 The Universe dreamed I’d come to its restaurant. I needed to pass the time before my train home. The restaurant bustled with galaxies intending to dine together. It felt only fair then that I give...

Anthony Lusardi

     on a dead deer the highway asphalt. reeks of exhaust and burnt rubber. the cars and trucks go by. the sun boiling and you rotting. an eye fixed on a sea of green beeches. only one of your antlers unbroken. pointing up to the mountains. does your herd still...