Julia Webb for International Women’s Day

        Julia Webb is a neurodiverse writer from a working-class background who lives in Norwich. She has three poetry collections with Nine Arches Press: Bird Sisters (2016), Threat (2019) and The Telling (2022).  She is a poetry editor...

Sue Burge for International Women’s Day

      Ice Maiden speaks whale, speaks star breathes in  — tight as a tomb breathes out — splintered crackle snow falls  — a silvery kintsugi fooling no-one she wants to be alone with her ice shroud to think slow thoughts drink from snow’s thickening...

Gill Connors for International Women’s Day

      Anne Askew & Amber Heard Plain speaking a woman of few words, is a gift of God (Sirach 26:14) Rack and stretch her, loosen flesh from bone. A jointed bird will not squawk. Each turn and pull will tighten the denial in her lips. Pop the sockets...

Helen Ivory for International Women’s Day

      34 Symptoms of the Menopause   A woman somewhere is typing on the internet             my heart wakes me up like clockwork. Now, another woman –             my whole body feels like a bee box too small for the bees. At 3am, a woman Googles    ...

Hélène Demetriades

    By the Horns At breakfast my man sticks a purple magnolia bud in my soft boiled egg. The flower opens, distilling to lilac. On my autumn birthday he wrings the necks of seven swallow-wings to gift me the witch’s butter wobbling like an orange nebula...

Stuart Henson

      The Lost Light Sometimes I’m surprised there’s light in dark places, those corridors, those alleys where you wouldn’t stray if you didn’t need or here in this prefab house I walk past once a week with the dog—left lost at the end of a lane to go...