Anticipation, by Richard Jodah

A tiny tickle grows. And grows and grows and grows. You hesitate; inhale, inflate and then your nose explodes.   * Richard Jodah lives in London, writing and not writing. His poems have appeared in The Caterpillar, The Dirigible Balloon, and The School...

Fruit Bowl, by Christa de Brún

II’m a sun-blazed sphere of ochre delight.I can be sweet or bitter, depends on the weather.I’m great in a jiffy, excel in a jam;my supreme segments glint and whirl likemarmalade tygers in every bite. III was a bit green at first, waxing and waninglike a crescent moon...

Small is the Seed, by Emily Patterson

  * Emily Patterson is the author of So Much Tending Remains, To Bend and Braid, and haiku at 5:38 a.m. Her poems have been nominated for the Pushcart Prize and Best Spiritual Literature and appear in SWWIM, Mom Egg Review, Rust & Moth, CALYX, Sweet Lit, and...

Be a snail, by Roy Moss

partly wandering, partly home and keep moving in the rain.   Raindrops fall like rocks, they pummel the ground   and the snail is fine. Is fine.   * Roy Moss has been a primary school librarian for over ten years. He has studied English and Children’s...