Irene Cunningham

      LULLABY of CALMING – Do you take spec in your tea?       Lavender seeps. I expect my limbs to leaden, lead the body down through sheet, mattress-cover, into the machinery of sleep where other lives exist. Landscapes of folding...

Graham Clifford

The Still Face Experiment  You must have seen that Youtube clip where a mother lets her face go dead. Her toddler carries on burbling for twenty to thirty seconds until she realises there is nothing coming back to her. First it is surprise, even laughing as this must...

Susan Jane Sims

      Waiting For Mark After you died, someone asked: What was it like in those final sixteen days waiting for your son to die? I was not waiting. Wanting, yes. Hoping, yes. For more days. Finding joy in small things, a game of Camel Cup, your favourite...

Jane Frank

      Writing is a Little Door after Susan Sontag I imagine returning to the house. Furniture is piled up in the rain— the ideas that won’t fit. Dreams can’t squeeze through every opening, especially when they’re big, or floral or velvet with high backs...

Ilias Tsagas

          Ilias Tsagas is a Greek poet writing in English as a second language. His poems have appeared in journals like: AMBIT, Under the Radar, Streetcake, Poetry Wales, SAND, FU Review Berlin, Tokyo Poetry, Plumwood Mountain and elsewhere....

Jim Paterson

      A Curse Shove it, that farewell and the sky shimmering with frost and the waves wrecking on the shore I don’t care if it is basalt by the furious firth hard on hard. And as for the getting there! A mis-shapen day when the sun was unintelligible...