Girvan
by Rachel McCrum Girvan Whit’s yer hurry ? That great big sea turtle of Ailsa Craig waiting to finally lumber up evill scattering barnacles and
Unbuilding a house
by Rachel McCrum I am unbuilding a house. Across the living room floor, bricks lie rubbled. Without fail, each morning, I carefully stub my toes,
What’s This You’re Writing?
by Rab Wilson What’s This You’re Writing? English Version There’s none care now about the poet’s work Least of all, not round here anyway.
Hedgehog Girl
by Vicki Feaver I was born bristling with prickles. My mother shaved me with a razor. When my prickles grew back: longer, thicker, sharper, she
The Surgeon’s Widow
by Vicki Feaver I dug all night in the company of moths — drawn from the dark to the bright beam of my torch — recovering first his skull, last,
On the latest discovery of an exoplanet.
by Pippa Goldschmidt Stutter–dots of light break up the sky, a bright Morse code that we love to crack. But even after we receive the