Fred Beake

Fred Beake

Spring Returns By the narrow high-hedged lane to Holne;          and then up over the moor to see the snowdrops at St Raphael’s! The gale rocks us; and the rain slaps the...
Seán Street

Seán Street

Breakfast with Michael Longley River and Fountain From beyond the window October’s memoryof what summer might have been poured in, and therewas Billie singing God Bless the Child, there wassun through the apple juice, dazzling the table. There was Hart Crane, there...
Caroline Maldonado

Caroline Maldonado

Foraging for the Ideal The lights of Macerata, Loreto, Treiapulse across each hilltop townand fireflies swing their lampsover the earthto echo the stars. There’s the scent oflaurel, rosemary, lavenderwild mint and fennel. L’amore che move il solee l’altre stelle warms...
Carolyn McCurdie

Carolyn McCurdie

To Cleave This morning a sheer, immaculate skywas bisected horizon to horizonby interlacing white and blue threads of a cloud formation,delicate, curling filaments, intricate weavingsthat bound east to west. And held their breath. I stood at my back door, thinking...
Daljit Nagra

Daljit Nagra

parka your brother’s made friends with two boys down the roadwho are your own backgroundwith their parents from the villages in Punjab they’re in his year and they’ve been mixing languagestill they giggle their heads offslipping from rugged London to farmer’s Punjabi...