Judith Wilkinson

      Metamorphosis If I can shape-change myself if I can reassemble the rubble of my vision so I can re-see dragonflies, apocalypses, trivia if I can have new taste-buds to suit my re-embodied self and graze on a fresh diet of sweet euphoria and bitter...

Juliet Humphreys

      Keeping the Wolf Look at me, look — night eyes find their way without light. I have learnt to listen for the lies of men, to sing my song to the moon so now my heart beats in time with his — we are one. He covers me, keeps me warm, I can come to...