Thank You for Your Honesty by Sophie Collins

A response to digital prints, animations and texts by Niamh Riordan 1) To disturb reality using its own means and not a subjective interpretation thereof presenting the viewer with an …

The Tempest by Isobel Dixon

After Sarah Pickstone’s painting The Tempest Don’t we all want a green and pure ferocity, the lashing rain to make us naked to ourselves. Thwarted, aslant against our lives, lean …

Saruk Mohajeran by Mark Waldron

Did you not know it was me, when you knelt down to pick up your glove, that it was me in the bristly touch of the carpet? I’d had a …

Creating the Memory Collage by Alice Notley

Because I was mourning Doug so hard      but push out onto page Alma, or The Dead Women      I couldn’t then react too to 9/11      and I have placed it where …

Milk by Emma Jeremy

It was easy not to like him, because of the milk. It bled from every pore of him, thousands of tiny waterfalls of milk. Milk-falls. You would think that he …

The Detectives by Jane Yeh

No matter where we go, it always looks like California. Get in the car and drive. Our invisible friend Comes with us everywhere, like a shadow. He tells us how …

Skylight by Natalie Shapero

YOU DESERVE IT was what she said when I called a cab at 10 p.m. instead of hopping the 89 bus, which lets off six blocks from my place – …

The Twilight Sleep II by Alice Tomlinson

We bring them in, bursting with promise, sweet in sherbet-coloured nighties, bright spring flowers picked during a gale. We smooth wild hair and swaddle pretty heads in bales of soft …

Dare by Mark Pajak

You dare me to cross Bently road naked. Its three a.m. and we’re the only two awake and its icy and streetlights shy down their yellow. On the tarmac my …

Crocodile (1st prize: 2017 competition)

I know how I will die then in a death roll scales to my cheek claws sunk into my pale shoulders water burning my throat like whiskey the uncountable rows …