Jade Wright

      Glimmers Things have been rough lately. It seems impossible now, as the breeze relieves us and we silhouette peacefully under the evening beams kicking the dust as The branches wave on wands in the skyscape I wonder how I’ve cried so much When I...

Ruth Lexton

Watching, January 2021 The new year slouches forward, unlovable, barely acknowledged but for tired, gritty eyes and a muffled scream into the kitchen towel. Pale moonlight streams through the blinds, watching the night in shiftless wakeful patterns, patience hardening...