Ants They came for us as we breathed – unified and quivering on blond gymnasium ash. Eager elbows of antennae in a dark, tremulous lace as fourteen pregnant women lay beached on Pilates mats. A midwife’s sudden alarm at the trembling, advancing line but her panic was rebuffed in a sports hall of barn proportions. We simply moved our mats to start again, sprawled … Continue reading Two poems by Rebecca Goss