Myra Schneider

Myra Schneider

Brussel Sprouts When the February sky is weighty with clouds and the wind,a ferocious animal, knocks over fences and rickety sheds,rushes rubbish down streets, rocks trees madly,tears off their branches and crashes any it can to the ground, when the paper is packed...
Martyn Crucefix

Martyn Crucefix

‘when’             whenlike a falling flower-print cotton dress            has dropped its round spoor                        in the breathy silence...
Michael Henry

Michael Henry

The Brownfields of England This “Go-Between” of a summerthe heatwave’s a marqueand hours and days repeat themselves          like a slo-mo film. This chameleon summera hare jogging in a fieldturns out to be a man       ...
Martin Reed

Martin Reed

Finisterre The lawn is browning, hydrangeas are leached,colours dried to taffeta,summer fading early. Parched.Last night we left a saucer of waterfor linnets who gather on the telegraph wire;insects have drowned in it overnight. Through a gap in the ferns beyond the...
Jennie E. Owen

Jennie E. Owen

Advice on Caving for Survivalor Marriage as an Extreme Sport Caving is a polarising sport: underground/marriageis one of those places you’re either happy or you’re not. As the leader, you will have to take control. Mistakescould rapidly escalate a situation into...
Simon Jackson

Simon Jackson

The Light You are composed of heavenly light and shade,arms raised like Caravaggio’s Saint Paulin his Conversion on the Road to Damascus.Your hands reach into the surgeon’s light.I am relegated to the shadowslike Saul’s servant, holding the horse’s head,a role of...