by Kik Lodge The man – whose eighteen oysters helter-skelter through his insides, flumed by dry white, and who says Norsemen, did I know, were…
by Sara Hills Marni Plinth magics babies from her mouth, one after another, to show how easy birth can be. Holding one to her breast,…
by Jo Withers Plates with swirling sauce patterns where food has been pushed around in silence. My teacup. Floral serving dish from wedding set, faded.…
by Kate Simblet I’m feeling Christmassy. The first Jesus of the season. He’s been writing – a sequel to the bible. It’s kept him busy,…