Robin Lindsay Wilson

      Postcard he squealed around bends drinking until he sideswiped the Castle Douglas sign his golf umbrella was a shield between gift shops and departure but it hooked at strange faces and hurt his arthritic hand he almost bought a travel-rug and...

Lisa Oliver

      Unsaid We sit in the glare of the morning sun A mug of tea in our respective hands I perch at your side all pyjamas and messy hair I am 5 years old again but you are the one propped against pillows From the bed we can see the woods we walked and I...

David Redfield

      All Day Breakfast   Your bad hours fizz in a squirming glass, and as cheery as they had previously seemed you require the waitress to please change these flowers, they’re fake; this head, please … this universe … Hope the bellowing...

Sophia Butler

      An Englishman’s Right (1978) A bitter sky hung above, people pushed past, wanting to get home, on tenterhooks. Birmingham, home to division and Enoch Powell, prophesying ‘Rivers of blood.’ Racism ingrained, transfused via jokes told by Stand-Up...

Lalah Simone-Springer

      Dasheen  Tuesday: a mountain of rice, one roast potato, two pieces of fried fish with bones and skin softened through oil, draped in sour rings of pepper and onion, home made coleslaw, tea. The plate is piled high and hot before you even take off...

Haroon Khan

      Magic Will Snowball Once I get out of bed magic will snowball at breakneck pace My 0-60 a thing of beauty I step out of my body Transfixed Step back in Jump out of my head into my body An optimal state Hard for me to access But I’m stubborn Call...