Sipke Shaughnessy

      Morning mis-en-scène Silence draped across the furniture like fine webbing to catch intruders. Toys left mid-performance, before bedtime’s siren, you marching upstairs. Night made an exhibit of you, a collection of imprints in the mess. I give...

Sally Denning

      Before It Had a Name Nothing was wrong yet. That’s the easiest lie to remember. It was just a shift— sleep a little lighter, thoughts a little louder, a need for something I couldn’t quite name. I still showed up. Still laughed at the right...

Vivienne Tregenza

      Earth-bound The gardener has mown the lawn where the bluebells grew… If you looked carefully maybe you’d see an indentation where a woman lay down for half an hour one May afternoon on that sea of tranquillity and floated for a while outside her...

Anthony Wilson

      Moth My first of the season, its legs, tiny head and wings in permanent suspension above an exposition of the Enlightenment. I wasn’t really thinking, I just snapped shut at the right moment and now have it forever skipping for sheer joy.  ...

Dennis Tomlinson

Passage to London   Spring has come to swing his hammer, to drive crocuses forth from the leaf-scattered soil. Look at the workmen raising their scaffolding, opening roofs where the old tiles lay. While daisies peer shyly towards a pale sun I up and depart on the...
Christmas & New Year’s Message from IS&T

Christmas & New Year’s Message from IS&T

Once again at the end of another year, we cannot acknowledge Christmas without looking to that part of the world where it all began. All we can do is hope that the genocide in and decimations of Gaza will stop, the illegal incursions into the West Bank end, the...