September 23, 2022

Roman Road by Kerry Mead

Creative NonFiction: ‘Do ghosts exist? Yes, they do. I know this because I'm being haunted.''
September 26, 2022

Review: Instructions for the Working Day by Joanna Campbell

Review: Instructions for the Working Day by Joanna Campbell
September 29, 2022

Ukraine Lab: Lessons from the Frontlines

"Ukraine has been the first to face and, at times, set in motion, processes tray have worldwide consequences."
September 29, 2022

Kris Michalowicz, Luhansk Stolen: Ukraine Lab

This is how they steal your hometown from you. This is what they did to your Luhansk.
September 29, 2022

Sofia Cheliak, Ukrainian Lottery: Ukraine Lab

In the early hours of the morning, the air-raid siren sounded, but we decided to ignore it. Rockets did not hit Lviv that day; we survived, and we had one more day to be young.
October 3, 2022

Review: Compliances: A New Fear by Iphgenia Baal and Ben Graville

Compliances: A New Fear is a challenging read. To describe it as merely unconventional does not do this work justice. The book pushes you to question where you stand on matters that are very close to home.
October 5, 2022

Being Gideon by Penny Simpson

Short Fiction: “I get out the car and walk up to Gideon. His bag is lighter than my tote. In addition to his black eye, there’s a dried blood stain on his paisley chiffon blouse.”
October 6, 2022

Poetry and Coffee by Craig Smith

Whatever we feel as human beings, some poet down the years has distilled that emotion or experience into its elemental form. Poetry is language at its most perfect, the ultimate diviner of the human spirit. If we need solace, poetry will console us. If we need joy, poetry will take our soul and let us fly.
October 10, 2022

The Cormorant by David Lloyd

Short Fiction: “Grief takes different shapes they say. At times my imagination wanders as I lie awake in the early hours. When a tree branch taps my window I believe it’s Stephen out there, waiting to come in so we can lie once again, safe in each other’s arms.”
October 12, 2022

The Last Candle by Lucy Palmer

Creative Non-Fiction: “We bought our last candle on the coldest day of the year. I remember because the weather man warned not to travel that morning, but we went anyway.”
October 19, 2022

A Man’s Got Needs by David Shipley

"I’ve been in prison a week and a stranger keeps telling me he’s going to kill his wife."
November 2, 2022

Off Grid by Deirdre Shanahan

Fiction: “Went in for our meat license today. Never been so excited. Two years since I last ate meat and I still hate the substitutes.”
November 7, 2022

I Don’t Eat My Friends by Jude Whiley Morton

Fiction: “Went in for our meat license today. Never been so excited. Two years since I last ate meat and I still hate the substitutes.”
November 10, 2022

Review: Stitching the Hours With Nothing – Lanyard, by Peter Sansom

Lanyard is a beautiful, sad, lonely gathering of elegies for lost friends, lost landscapes, lost industries, lost communities, and lost possibilities.
November 14, 2022

Davy Jones by Kapu Lewis

Fiction: “A memory. Me, as a child, grease-and-salt-stuffed air. The verdant slime of the sea-weeded shore.”
November 17, 2022

Church Valley by Kenn Taylor

Creative Non-fiction: "People have got their corner here, however modest, and they get on with it, despite all that is stacked against them, all that is thrown at them."
November 21, 2022

Anatomy of a short struggle, or, An eventful journey by train, by Mark Haw

Fiction: “So this afternoon, this fantastically, impossibly unlikely configuration, will not come again.”
November 24, 2022

I Want To Go Home by Miki Lentin

Fiction: “And as my body lay still, waiting for my heart to be healed, the mist, the lonely shivering feeling of being lost, huddled together, looking for a way out, came to me.”
December 1, 2022

Grass, by Emma Purshouse

Fiction: “He’s rolling up a ten foot length of astro turf into what looks like a giant sized spliff of fake grass.”
December 4, 2022

Narrating the War, a documentary play by Anastasiia Kosodii

the small village where I spent the months from June to August as a child is now occupied by Russians