Black Rice & Passionfruit Salad

Morning finds her curled like a prawn Around a stuffed blue Pegasus, or the smallest Prawn-pink lion. Or else she’s … More

Blistered Summer Salad

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Do you remember how great summer holidays were as a kid? A … More

islands parting tides as meteors burn the air. Oysters powder to chalk in my hands. – from ‘The River’ by … More

I bend to it willingly, this patch of earth and its green things, in their own world (though I hold … More

Something woke me, something feathered up against me in a dream. Perhaps its soft tip of wing skipped across my … More

The beetroot is in my roots, borscht in my bloodline. My great grandmother was Ukrainian. The story goes that during … More

Spoon of everyone. Spoon of the belly. Spoon of the empty belly. Spoon of the full one. Spoon of no … More

“But then the dark skin of night would peel off and there would be a fresh day waiting for us, … More

If you’re not interested in a quick side of politics with your panzanella, scroll down now. If you are, though, … More

Her chariot is an empty hazelnut Made by the joiner squirrel or old grub, Time out o’ mind the fairies’ … More