Lost Ant

by Giles Goodland Once I found one circling on my table in a café, in March, divining a lost pheromone – trail under plates and among coffee – rings...

Poetry – Issue 2.1

The Ornithologist by Anita John So small is your skull, short-eared owl, so black your beak (that blessed the lives of mouse and vole); so hollow your eyes whic...

Poetry – Issue 2.2

Horseshoe Crab by Oonah V Joslin horseshoe crabs the sang royal of living fossils are blue-blooded hemocyanins copper bottom feeders under their carapace like a...