With sensitive and striking imagery, Suzie Beckley's poem 'Holding yourself softly: a retreat from chaos' presents the calm beyond chaos.
Between the Lines: Concert in Utero
Eloisa Griffiths and Caitlin Thomson
As part of our Between the Lines series, Caitlin Thomson analyses Eloisa Griffiths' touching poem
Between the Lines: paper and wood
Justin Tabbett and Ellie Rowe
Ellie Rowe's astute and nuanced analysis of Justin Tabbett's rich and moving poem ...
Between the Lines: Can I Tell You Something?
Ellie Rowe and Justin Tabbett
Justin Tabbett gives us a sensitive reading of Ellie Rowe's poem, which is at once deeply personal and instantly familiar ...
Black Magic Woman
With the power of the cosmos flowing through each line, Caitlin introduces us to her powerful black magic woman who is familiar yet Delphic all at once.
Between the Lines: Boxing Hares
Lydia Aldridge and Hannah Green
Hannah Green considers objects and memory in Lydia Aldridge's subtle and controlled poem in the second installment of our 'Between the Lines' series ...
Between the Lines: Sunset at Avon Gorge
Caitlin Thomson and Eloisa Griffiths
Eloisa Griffiths repsonds to Caitlin Thomson's poignant and evocative poem...
The second of Sarah Dalton's meditations on grief remembers and remaps loss:
"Sometimes, I still dream of you.
Of the night I crawled beneath your cosmos"
In 'Only Lines,' Ellen Crofton meditates on the topography of thought, stars, and the human condition.
In this untitled piece Amelia Elyson longs to break through the stagnant, waiting as each night unravels her further and further away from her isolated orbit.
In boundless free-verse Abi Reeves catalyses the never-ending cycle of the cosmos, seeing it all through starry eyes.
A Passing Meteor
"A transcendence of personal experience, of processing and recovering from trauma, into the moving trajectory of time and space."
The Orange House
A hot-house of movement through stasis, Serafina's 'The Orange House' evokes the humid air of a place elsewhere.
Inside, Inside of My Brain
#3 In our Lockdown series. Suzie vividly delineates her growing displacement with the exterior as her existence gradually becomes interior, inside, inside of her brain.
The World's Last Night
A poignant, elegiac imagining of grief at the end of time.
Deer Through Trees
#2 in our free-writing series. Hannah finds a stillness between all of nature's colour, a stillness she shares with the deer.
The first in our lockdown journal entitled 'Freedom in Isolation' where we collate the free-writing of different contributors centred around their lockdown experience. Ellen journeys from day to night, finding solace in the solitary moon.
In vivid free verse, Eloisa Griffiths explores the love between two sisters, cosmically intertwined.
two people lean toward each other
like lions circling
tense hands reach
for hesitant fingertips
'This is no Eden'
Marcus Smith ponders Eden, environmentalism and Thomas Hardy ...
Found in Translation: Jacques Brel
A playful, image-rich translation of two of the Belgian singer's classics.
CIty in Bloom
A dive into technicolour, exploring hues in a fertile city, inviting us out to play.
On the conflict and codependence in nature.
Watching Bjøg work with the horses
A meditation on movement and power in rural summer fields.
Lydia Aldridge details of a long journey back, to a place undefined, through salt-water and peat; a journey home.
Minnie Cunningham brings us this subtly personal piece, that expresses the distance of time, place and age kept together through ‘Minnie Mouse envelopes’; the race to catch up with someone so far ahead.
I dream of a world...
Can You See?
Here we stand overlooking Eden
Where trees burn before our eyes...
Two out of Two
Two girls possibly two women,
two beers two white wines two nights...
And there's a white wall,
And I stare at the noise...
The Big Bad
À la Angela Carter, Stewart Dickson's visceral twist on the classic fairy tale tells the story of a fight for survival.
Whoever Brought Me Here Will Have To Take Me Home
Hanna Hamida Hughes
A strangely prophetic poem inspired by Coleman Barks’ translations of Rumi; captivated by the mysticism, and finished in one feverish sitting.
"[in] I puzzle how my name sounds, In your mouth, And wet in your lungs, Weightless, [out] measured, Like the clean-cut curve, Of a question mark, Bursting cider bubble vowels, In empty torchlight [in]"...
"You talk about the dark place you’ve been, Even as you laugh, And I don’t know how to say it but I want to, Touch you, hold you there, Kiss whatever ghosts of tears are left and set them free, Like moths to the moonlight.". 3 beautifully tender and intimate poems by Hannah Green...