BADON – Steve O’Brien

i Ambrosius Remembers When you ask me of Badon I see ragged cohorts ranged on the lynchets After midsummer … More

The Wild Hart – Joe Machine

Joe Machine

Dark is the loom tide of the lake. I have flickered through blind fathoms To the clear still shallows … More

In the grounds of a Hall of Residence that I worked at – I’ve worked at several – there was … More

The wrong shoes impede my ascent and I struggle-slip through grass and gorse. The keen thorned shrubs tug on … More

From beside a sun- paled bridge – enamel petals falling, brickle and bleached – I watch the mounting satellite – … More