Michelle Ferguson

There are so many last times, and you never know, at the time, that they are last times. The last time I dyed my hair red. The last word you say to a teacher as you leave their classroom. The last book I read to Eva. The last time Leo reached for my hand.

Florence Barrett

I'm afraid to open the flap. The faint sigh of its hinges reveals hordes of pale glistening bodies gathered in rippling silence.

Chantal Travers

Growing up in London I saw you maybe once a summer. The five of us squeezed into our rusty brown Cortina, part of the ‘privileged’ 40% of people living less than 100 km from you. 

Al Pembroke

When I feel shackled, smoke-signals from a faraway chimney call out to me. They whisper tales of warmth, perfect imperfections and eccentric decorations. A cozy life, built on humble grounds. 

Emmylou Hocking

Over the past year I’ve had recurring dreams involving water. I am usually standing on an embankment watching as people dive into flowing rivers and oceans and transform into glistening fish and seals. The water is cool and clear and ripples over their smooth animal bodies, and I am filled with desire to join the swimmers and be carried away by the current.