Allyson Dowling

      LULLABY Night drops by In a coat of onyx and blue Lights up his silver pipe And asks how do you do Night perches on my bed Says  – kiss goodbye to sleep Blows smoke rings in the air Throws a dreambone at my feet Night wiggles his long...

Emily Veal

      boudicca you’re a brewery down the road i drank a bottle of your finest on the train back from bury st edmunds the red queen (no one will call you ginger) i see you everywhere realised you were also the wetherspoons round the corner the one with...

Lesley Burt

      Confluence  Stour springs from greensand into lakes marbled with lily-pads hosts to hazes of dragonflies & pseudo-Roman reflections glides sixty-one miles seaward past the rare Black Poplar meanders through chalk      clay      heathland...

Sam Szanto

      Memories are squirming prehistoric creatures burrowing under my clothes, enlivened by tea in that mug that matches your eyes, Revolutionary Road shown on TV, the airline ticket from our Paris trip leading to le labyrinthe, feet blistered trying to...

Bel  Wallace

      Trespasses Forgive me The E flat on your baby grand (not quite in tune). This same finger in the crack that goes clean through the bungalow’s supporting wall. Then flicking dust from the fringed edge of your floral lampshade. Noticing that they...