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      Samaras Having earned their wings through evolution it is almost as though they are loth to use them preferring familiar earth, the old tree’s broad shadow. Everywhere you look these whips of sycamore, living where they fell, rooting out some well...

      Clerking notes So, what has brought you in today Mrs…? Owens. Mrs Owens. Ahh, nice to meet you Mrs Owens. What brings you in today? Worry mostly, I worry, I’m a worrier. But I’m particularly worried about this. Worry not, Mrs Owens. Is your worry...

      I Wish This Phone Had a Better Camera I need to show you these sunsets/ feisty last breaths/coral on flamingo/blood yellow carcass/tiny theatre/blazing deaths/o soothing apocalypse, haul my agitations on your olden back/blue borne/ shallow...

      Prolonged Panic Attack II it's the end of the world and i choose bottom shelf body wash, top shelf shampoo. almost all the way over the edge, i choose brand name bleach, leave washing powder to the next life. it's the end of the world and i lean...

      Incarnation Every time I conjure a spell, offer a prayer in your memory – ask for your forgiveness for things I did not know, I should’ve known – ignorance not an acceptable reason for failing, my inability to see things, the wonder of it all –...

      Memory and Sky In the search for sky the slip of landscape: blues and greens, browns and white clouds of paint, lost black mines. The sea's a beast, a wild gatecrasher and breaker of the picturesque. If you drag your brush across the canvas,...

      Numinous You see, there is this fold, and this ridge, and this sweet hood, and this little shiny popping button, and this smooth silver-glistening, and this depth, and deep, deep within, there is something that touches you back.     Math...

      egg her first was almost translucent light brown with dark freckles laid in the pot of a dying nasturtium a virgin birth in a pile of hay dropped and abandoned like it was nothing special     Geraldine Stoneham lives in South Australia...

      How Would You Draw a Bear? after Jen Campbell Grass seeds planted in doormat fur, fish scales stiff between tree-root teeth and the cave-deep noise of animal-sleep. Still, how would you know it for a bear? How would I? You would call it bear, sure...

      ‘I found it particularly hard as a dad.’   Keir Starmer, Prime Minister’s statement in the House on historic forced adoption  I’ve been staring at the blank page of this notebook for an hour. I close my eyes and breathe in for four, hold for four...

      Duomo We slept as best we could on the night train. Leaving the station we walked empty streets aimlessly until turning a corner there it was, silent and vast as the moon.   Ken Cockburn is a poet and translator from Scotland and works in...

      Balancing   On the pitch of the roof a jackdaw holds a twig longer than its wingspan— do corvids feel pride? Balancing the weight, the bird shuttles from rooftop to rooftop to join its partner. They fly together beyond my view where their...

      When we die, do we   go back, small cell, atom slit by light. It takes up  space, an ocean, a planet, a  god. Too large to understand  the scale, although we accept the concept. Constellations, tongues of vibration. Unlearnable logic between...

      Sunflowers   a friend messaged me: “every time I see sunflowers, I think of you” and somehow, that was all I needed to remember that somewhere in this world I still bloom in someone else’s mind.   Fran Hayden is an emerging poet and...