Clare Bryden

      [Haiku]    how do I begin? the song of a robin is lost in the telling     Clare Bryden is a writer, artist and consultant based in Exeter. Her interests are wide-ranging, but primarily the place of human beings within the natural...

Yvonne Baker

like snow  an etherial whiteness that covers and disguises as a strip of white frosted glass conceals an interior or spray from lorry wheels obliterates the road * the nets across windows blurred reality in childhood pale curtain-light enclosed the room with mystery...

Hilary Thompson

Hot Cross Buns Ambling up North Street on a Saturday afternoon at the end of a long Winter, I am stopped by two women, elderly, smiling eyes and mouths, lip-sticked, offering an open pack of hot cross buns from the NISA shop down the road. The shorter of the two with...

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...