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...
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...
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...
by Colin Williams “An Eagle for an Emperor, a Gyrfalcon for a King; a Peregrine for a Prince, and a Saker for a Knight; a Merlin for a lady, a Goshawk for a Yeo...
by Alex Lockwood They must be sacred still to some deity, these geese in a holding pattern over the same pharmaceutical company’s front lawn on which their ance...
by Karen Izod 27th May, Bhaltos, Isle of Lewis I am back at Bhaltos, a small scattering of houses overlooking Phabaigh Mor on the Isle of Lewis. This is the las...
by Katey Duffey Understanding a Culture to Protect an Iconic Predator Bounding along the Mongolian steppe in a Soviet Russia era van, it is clear how this vast,...
by Nancy Campbell The doctor called out to me as I shuffled downhill through the snow, going sideways and slowly, trying not to fall over. We’d met over a...
Dragonfly by Bridget Khursheed He sits by the gate’s latch flat against the red bricks and watches nothing. The cut-glass eyes have no insight and my brea...
Covered by the Forest by Elizabeth Rimmer Morning light is softened beneath the trees and the wind in the sycamore’s high branches moves the leaves like rain. I...
by Peter Reason “We might be in for a tedious day,” I warned Suzy and Gib. “Motoring in flat calm and very little to see.” I was on the second stage of my voyag...