Simon Williams

      Tawny Owls I’ll take your owl, Paul, and Sylvia’s and raise you two, that call across the meadow on August nights; male and female: one twit, the other twoo. I won’t say which is which. No, I haven’t seen them, haven’t risked my bald pate, don’t...

Sarah O’Connor

      Newgale You stand at shoreline watching. Unaware the tide advances, despite decades of life by the sea, you dip your toes in icy Atlantic swell. But decay has arrived as a rip tide – pulls you under, drags you out into the bay. The men throw a...

Laurence Morris

      Plantation blues Morning light is warm quicksilver on the desert plateau of the high Monadhliath, bare stone and scoured earth the seed of man and winter. The upward flow of pines is genesis not rewilding, redcoat drumbeats on the drove road still...

Ysella Sims

      Changeling Away over the hills the girl’s father is shapeshifting – grown grey and yellow, wheezing against the pillow’s soft sink, feet that have polkaed and gavotted, tangoed and waltzed vaulting him now, into the submission of the couch....

p.a. morbid

      the agony of the everyday that blue light these damp pavements will shine and move other people when you’re no longer a memory     p.a. morbid runs The Black Light Engine Room Press. Middlesbrough Historian & Outsider Artist. Married...

Harry Man

      Alphabets of the Human Heart in Languages of the World Ba-dumm, ba-dumm, bam-bam, bank bank, bum-búm, bum-búm, daṛak daṛak, deg-deg, dhuk-puk, doef doef, gup-gup, gup-gup, küt küt, lab-dab, pal-pal, pēng pēng, pil-pil, pilpiri-palpara,...