ALICE WEATHERLEY - I was stuck to garden stones when you read to me

FIZZA ABBAS - As a child I tasted chalk walls, a mineral sweetness I could not name.

NICOLA HEALEY - Because I could not find a place, I stopped fighting

RALUCA DAVID - One wall listens, one window does not listen

ROWAN TATE - The sun is in my mouth, God ripens in me

TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA - ‘I am a little too misty’ Either meaning foggy, or meaning nothing at all, she was from a part of Europe that travel agents would pretend exists...

J.R. SOLONCHE - We talked of what years do to us. It was a fairly average day. We made love with old, familiar lust...

TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA - Men more content to change in the reflection / Of a lake, and break in dry heat underneath…

LEO KANG - ‘But mizzle, bitten thing…’

CASPIAN FLINT - ‘Through slatted window rings / the mountain embalmed a bell…’