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...

Holly Magill

      In praise of commercial radio and local taxis After you’ve flung yourself inside with your rain-soaked jacket, broken brolly half-mulched paper carrier bags, your crap clattered all over the backseat and down into the footwells where you know...

 Dave Simmons

      Excerpt from the interspecies internet, author unknown, circa 2036* My sky is a hole from which the bucket drops. Like all heretics, I am put to work processing stones. The task adds weight to our silence. Here in the half-light; a boulder rounds...