Ian Badcoe

      Everything We are eating dessert when the urge overcomes her to scrawl mathematics, the night ticks on —I drink my whisky, her Merlot grows warm— until, sudden-smiling, she holds out a paper: a simple equation with nothing crossed out; laid out...

Sim Pereira-Madder

      The Rules of Spacetime in Dimensions Above Three Tom Giles once asked me if I had tools and at that time I didn’t because I was fifteen maybe sixteen but he was Adam’s big brother with a new flat so he was old and he knew things. He told us we...

Molly Knox

  Molly Knox is an MA Music study at Durham University. She is a poet and theatre-maker. Some of their recent work can be read in Magma, The Braag, The Gentian, and Stone of Madness. 

Will Snelling

      New Year Fog The garden shudders, brushed with ice, its edges slightly blurred away by cloud unfolding over the grass. The sun just doesn’t want to try to bring the day into the world, preferring to hold its watery eye half-way closed above the...