Rachael Clyne

      Torn On one side– my heritage on the other side­– their heritage on both sides– carnage everywhere– endless grief. To lift the weight sitting in my chest. I need to be away from people. In an edgeland of drab fields and ditches, I seek solace, not...

Nick Browne

Nick Browne is an established novelist and aspiring poet. Nick’s poetry has been accepted for publication by Acumen, Ink Sweat & Tears, Blue Nib, Snakeskin, Archaeology Today, Anthropecene, Wivanhoe, Lunar Magazine and Dreich and been anthologised in Bollocks to...

Sally Michaelson

      The Ledger In the left hand column she writes He’s married in the right hand column she writes My skin is beached against the stone wall of you in the left hand column she writes He sets his alarm for 1715 In the right hand column she writes When...

Rizwan Akhtar

      Lovers and Trees In the evening trees become sad I climbed on them like a metaphor, later it transpired they were our anthropological versions organic companions shadowing imagine how many lovers have sat under them moaning the mysteries how many...

Alexandra Corrin

      Six weeks after diagnosis I stayed away out of respect for your daughters. You followed the hearse with your father and the girls. He couldn’t stay within the boundaries of himself. Her friend Angie broke down reading, the celebrant had to help....

John Barron

    Thought Experiment The clock has lost all its numbers. I wake inside an Einstein thought experiment, where my bones defy gravity and get sucked what some call “up.” I’ve only time to grab from beside the bed where we’re sleeping our copy of Rovelli’s...