Photo by Steve McSkudder on Unsplash          Hijrah*   I’ve been here and there looking for my Promised Land hearing sweet voices through …

      Gypsy moth   Taurus Mountains, the fiery air of Mesopotamia; she waits for it to caress her. It doesn’t. The English cousin. But …

        Touya   From the corner of my eye I take out the stars crush each new flame into a thousand embers Purple …

  Holly Loveday   Qikiqtaaluk or, Baffin Island   I move beyond the fact of you, but lay atop my suitcase on a 5th avenue …

  Teresa Mignolli       Airports and Supermarkets   i At airports passengers meet and some fall in love and some fall ill. ii I …

  Pietro Bordi       Morning Sailing   Dawn comes, casts a light, disappears in overcast. On your hand I count the seconds it reveals …

  Claudia Macey-Dare       The Northern line at 9:52   I wanted you to write to me, while I waited for the 9:30 train. …

  Isobel Lewis-Jarvis       Language is a bowl of eel noodle soup   Eyes squint at the menu, sprawled with inky strokes of fish …

  Florence Sandelson       Desert Island   Once my grandfather was on Desert Island Discs. Your voice came out of the radio dad had …