Tom Pickard

Tom in front of the burnt down Hartside Café. Photo by Gill Pickard   FIENDS FELL An Excerpt   April 1st   An Atlantic...
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TOM PICKARD

Tom in front of the burnt down Hartside Café. Photo by Gill Pickard   FIENDS FELL An Excerpt   April 1st   An Atlantic rage gathered a mass...

John McCullough

Some months all my thoughts are one colour. / I hit a yellow mood and the world pours out its yolks

Katrina Naomi

titless as she is, the female is there / no matter what’s been taken from her

John McCullough

And so I find myself stuck in the wrong century / like Peale, probing swampland for bones, / reassembling skeletons and stepping inside.

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