‘Gravity’ by Alan Buckley

  Gravity by Alan Buckley The aerialist swings up and out, beyond the proscenium arch. She reaches the dead point of pure weightlessness, hair rippling outwards, lets go of the corde volante. We catch our breath: for a heartbeat body and rope are floating apart, electric air between them. Later, she’ll smile – Whatever you choose to think, I cannot fly. I fall professionally – … Continue reading ‘Gravity’ by Alan Buckley

‘When I Was A Boy’ by Liz Berry

When I Was A Boy I was a boy every week-day afternoon the year I was seven. Hitched my school skirt into shorts, flattened my hair with a black ballet band, wore my brother’s elasticated tie. I had many different names: sometimes Paul or Steven (boy next door), sometimes Dean (rough) or Jean Paul (exotic), here on exchange. I didn’t bother with chit chat, got … Continue reading ‘When I Was A Boy’ by Liz Berry

‘Fox’s Eye’ by Amy Key

  Fox’s Eye Only take away the very dead, mouldering the air. Keep those that shiver cracker-dry, their throats ceramic and petals pearl. Let them loom more softly against the wall. As everything in this room has gone brittle: the pipes knuckle-crack equations, flakes trim the skirting, butterflies fidget off mantles of dust. In my mother’s room, there was a fox’s eye, billowing and caramel, … Continue reading ‘Fox’s Eye’ by Amy Key