ONE POEM – Hannah Comerford

He did not listen; instead, he pulled
a ring from his pocket, slipped it onto
her finger, blood caking the diamonds

ONE POEM – Olivia Walwyn

First frost of the year
and the river is submerged in mist;
a blaze of sunlight
melting everything to dew.

ONE POEM – Miriam Ashford

If you walk along a path
between forest and shore
between grains eroded by the sea
they were mountains once

TWO POEMS – Elliot Ruff

Words words words black as a cat. 
I just saw you in the periphery of 
Manet’s Olympia — or maybe Cézanne’s

The Sea People — Euan Currie

I often fantasise about tipping the cabinet forward until the plastic drawers slide out and spill their contents in a wave of plastic. I tell myself they should be recycled or reused. But in the fantasy it all just spills out and keeps on spilling.