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Elizabeth Osmond
Doctors in difficulty after Helen Mort A trainee in difficulty is one whose progress is causing concern or who is not meeting curricular requirements. This may be due to ill health, life events, difficulties with learning or through less than...
Jay Whittaker
My early days with junk food When we got home from junior school, Mum was still working. We would go to the cupboard where multi-packs of Fine Fare’s basic crisps were sorted into old shoe boxes, one for each child. Although Mum said those should...
Kate Maxwell
Lightheaded Sick of steadying the base of the ladder while you ascend to fix or fell sculpting, tweaking real and here when mostly I feel hardly real and hardly here. I’d rather be inside pretending I’m not pretending commentary inside my head is...
Jim Murdoch
In the Event of [ ] Read Poem Most things have their uses, some have value or worth and a rare few acquire some purpose and even meaning. Some things we hold in trust, some we forget we even own and then there’re those items we hang onto...
Andrew McDonnell on Father’s Day
Somewhere to get to The light is growing in the East the headlights skim the road that runs beside the flooded fields we’re a month off blossom when it comes I will drape myself in the year’s renewal and ask how many times I will see my little...
Luke Reilly on National Flash Fiction Day
Fag Break A meek and graceful man dressed in a loose-fitting suit paces across the roof of the Four Seasons hotel. He smokes a cigarette and watches the Seoul skyline. He inhales. Beneath his skin, the smoke stains his lungs, thickens the blood....
Sarah James/Leavesley
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kHfpXfMemC4 The Crossing There is a secret spotin every town and city –step in the right placeat the right time and paceand the world disappearsas if it had never beenanything more substantialthan a passing miracle. Listen...
Anna Lewis
Coping strategies With the neon-splashed night at the window I counted each contraction down, obediently, as my mother had told me to do. Ninety-eight, ninety-seven… This instruction reminds me of my friend’s advice: if you’re ever in public and...
Bobbie Sparrow
You ask me why I put myself through that, as if I jumped out of a plane 14,000 feet of fear and longing. As if I were a camel pacing two-toed, unhindered into the eye of the needle. As if I plucked the thorn instead of the rose, wrist of scars no...
Chris Rice
The Circles on Your Ceiling You wake up (so you tell me) to the lurid gold of summer splashed like paint across your tea-brown walls; curlicues across your bed- room ceiling: complex, inter- locking circles (‘rings left by Goliath’s teacups upside...
Karin Molde
Fortuna rolls the dice in Tumahole Free State, South Africa I have never seen a baby so tiny outside a womb. You hold her jigsaw of bones in a blanket, afraid to scatter the pieces in case they’d sail like seeds onto the road. A dung beetle rolls...
Siobhan Ward
The Longhouse The Renault rocks left to right, waddles up an unmade road, squeezes through the trees. Now I see it - a low-slung, stocky, lengthy, extended longère and, at right angles, ancient barns remodelled with stone, glass, wood. My hosts...
Robin Houghton
I'm looking through a lattice of magnolia not yet ready to blow open its thousand furring buds— every year the same urgency—same innocence— on an anniversary serious enough for champagne and a room with mullioned windows—the view outside is a...
‘What Part of Me?’ by Jenny Mitchell is IS&T’s May 2024 Pick of the Month
It stopped me in my tracks. I was there by the graveside full of emotion and discomfort and - now I feel disturbed but compassionate One voter's words that very much summed up why Jenny Mitchell's 'What Part of Me?' is the IS&T Pick of the Month for May 2024....
Lesley Graham
Lesley Graham lives in Bordeaux where she is a lecturer at the university. She is originally from Scotland and started writing poetry relatively recently.
Jonathan Edis
Jonathan Edis is a dad, lecturer & osteopath in London. He’s in several poetry groups & a rep for Forest Hill Stanza. He’s been published by Ink Sweat & Tears and was highly commended in the AUB Poetry Prize 2022. Instagram:...
Robert Nisbet
Red Sky in the Morning Red sky at night, shepherd’s delight, Red sky in the morning, shepherd’s warning. Country proverb Our family does weddings. When Rosalie married, first time round, and the cars assembled for the drive, it was in fact a...
Kayleigh Cassidy
The Glass Door Before I knew it, I was crying in front of my entire dance class. Thirty women and two men in neon active wear, staring at me as I tried to explain why I was late. ‘Are you okay?’ a woman with braids asked. ‘The glass door hit me,’...
Meg Pokrass and Jeff Friedman (collaboration)
A Bit of Dignity His guest from Scotland dawdled getting to the shower and by the time she arrived, it wasn’t there. Instead, there was a hologram of a shower, one that didn’t leak. The water came down in soft, warm drops, perfect for taking a...
Amirah Al Wassif
Meeting a Fig Tree I know a fig tree walks in beauty singing a fair song as soon as my heart beats. She uses elevators & electric stairs. People are astonished by her actions, but she doesn't even bother to argue with them. She is very busy...