Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal

      Art Exhibit I hear the roar of the ocean. I hear a series of shrieks and long screams. An eventual lull comes. My ears are an abstraction. I don’t know what to tell you. Last night a spider made its way inside my ear. It crawled out with fragments...

Natasha Gauthier

      Roman curses Nobody knows what Cicero’s gardener whistled to his figs and olives, what the consul’s young wife hummed to herself while slaves combed beeswax and perfumed oils from Carthage into her hair. Did bawdy odes to Octavia’s backside (Ah,...

Jean Atkin

      Lighting the Strangers into the cave for Celia Fiennes, who rode 3000 miles around England on horseback in 1697 She hears the locals call it the Devil’s Arse. the hill on one End jutting out in two parts and joyns in one at ye top this Cleft...

Iris Anne Lewis

      A moonless night when lanterns are shuttered The track leads through thickets, threaded with eyes. Elusive scraps of dreams, they gleam, flicker out. Long dead stars pierce the canopy with pinpricks of white, cold and exact. I stumble through...

Antonia Kearton 

      Elements On my son’s desk lies the periodic table of the elements. I look. Amongst the arcane names I recognise, easy as breathing, carbon, oxygen, gold, beloved of kings. He shows me how it’s laid out – from left to right by increasing atomic...

Elizabeth Loudon

      Forty (for Maryna) The first three days of war have a surprising holiday feel. No deadlines, just the giddy gasp of shock. Ordinary life continues. The girl in white socks in the flat downstairs plays a prelude then turns, pleased, to an audience...