Judy Darley, Shiksha S Dheda, Amy Barnes, Sue Burge

Reaching Window cat opposite stretches against sky-high glass.Wells Road rumbles below. I press thumb to pane; imagine touching paw.Ears twitch semaphore as gulls swoop. 302 days since I left my house.302 days since I have given or received a hug.302 days since I smelt your lavender perfume. I miss seasick, carsick, first trimesters, roller coaster … More Judy Darley, Shiksha S Dheda, Amy Barnes, Sue Burge

Alice Daly, Rebecca Patterson, Nicola Ashbrook, Helen Chambers

Survival It was morning all afternoon. On hushed calcadas pigeons and pickpockets fled to another planet. The dogshit remains, next to dropped masks and lonely monuments. I know every inch of this pavement, I’ve walked it that many times.Yet, with each new excursion, I learn to seewith new eyes. See trees everyday – co-breathe. Supplement with … More Alice Daly, Rebecca Patterson, Nicola Ashbrook, Helen Chambers

Maureen Seaton, Lynda V. E. Crawford, Asha Krishna, Zoe Popham

Dissolving In my window there is a tree gathering elegance now that the Rockies promise winter’s snows are done. I’m living too unobserved to be elegant. Zoomed, I am no longer sure. I have become confused, befuddled, thrilled with an uncertain thought – I no longer know which side is my best. Every Tuesday evening, … More Maureen Seaton, Lynda V. E. Crawford, Asha Krishna, Zoe Popham

D T Earnshaw, Fiona Lewis, Debbie Robson, Ingrid Littmann-Tai

Therapy The dogs smile brightly again. Despite everything. The warmth of human companionship: the best antidote. Tails wagging, slapping me awake. It’s hard not to smile. I walk daily, face upturned to the astonishing landscape of clouds, urgently needing to feel all the sunshine, wind, rain or snow hurled at me. Look to the skies, … More D T Earnshaw, Fiona Lewis, Debbie Robson, Ingrid Littmann-Tai

Val Bates, Halle Preneta, Alice Curley, Simon McBride

Turning Circles Staring out of my rain-spattered window, I notice the twirling Collie again. I wave. This is what I’ve been reduced to: waving at passing dogs. My smile grows wide as I stare at my phone screen, each person trapped in a box.I wish to reach out in person, soaring. I close my work … More Val Bates, Halle Preneta, Alice Curley, Simon McBride

Ian Richardson, Alison Parker, Dettra Rose, Philippa Hawley

Grasp Posting ruddy face mask welts and lockdown haircuts we reconnect through screens, rehearse our daily routines, and waitfor the vaccine cavalry to restitch reality. I scroll, I tap, I ‘Read More’. Graphs, quotes, opinions, read more! I need to salve the agitation simmering deep. All I find is distraction. Pixilated Mum. Close up ear on … More Ian Richardson, Alison Parker, Dettra Rose, Philippa Hawley

Shannon Kenny, Ruth Clarke, E.E. Rhodes, Salil Chaturvedi

JourneyMy windows are portals to the city and the ocean beyond – and offer hope for a time we will connect with no distance between us. Dark sea, dinghies, the stench. Trapped in work, always the work as an escape from the Unprecedented Horrorof another twenty-four hours on the couch. I take one piece of … More Shannon Kenny, Ruth Clarke, E.E. Rhodes, Salil Chaturvedi

Leo Popham Vutthakanok, Cathy Lennon, Raajeev Auchambit, Cath Barton

RisingOn covid days, the hours are lame. Inside the house I lay on a couch.Or in a bed. Or stare ahead.Outside is dead. Padlocked swings and roundabouts. Rusted stuck for months. Others opened with a click. Oiled by fortune, business, geography. The silence of the children echoes. Unheard. Myself, finally met how: “One pandemic panics … More Leo Popham Vutthakanok, Cathy Lennon, Raajeev Auchambit, Cath Barton

Jean Rath, Katie Piper, Phil Noone, Jack Pritchard

Visions For one entire year instead of trekking exotic world locales, I watched the seasons of the river at my doorstep: goslings, turtles, leaves, and ice. My porch; she’s a holder, a hood, a safe exposer, a curve for my thoughts.She warms my back while I meet, what I meet. Early morning mist, veils of … More Jean Rath, Katie Piper, Phil Noone, Jack Pritchard

Paul Rousseau, Garry Cox, Bernardo Villela, Micheál Fahey

Membrane I am quarantined in a ramshackle building of forty-two apartments. Four are vacant by death. I know the occupants of neighboring apartments by sound only. Downstairs, this brick-hulled galley kitchen. Office, cookhouse. School. Above deck: daylong, street-level sirens. Rain again today, each porthole streaked. 290 days at sea. Nothing ahoy.  In my uterine house … More Paul Rousseau, Garry Cox, Bernardo Villela, Micheál Fahey