About Zoe Brooks: Zoe Brooks worked with disadvantaged communities in London and East Oxford before returning to her native...

Blank pages wait for me to fill them with fragments of uncountable words Blank pages wait for my pen to run around them I feel that they...

The image of you being warned and shot by two cops sinks and drowns in my brain; sometimes your ghost baby eyes open, question me - "When...

What you don’t realise, Madame Laurent declares Is that every sixteen-year-old is beautiful. The boys titter, looking around the class. A...

The bird hides inside, tucked inside my ribcage too rotten to present. Bodies twist, limbs flail but I didn’t come. Dark and black and...

It wasn’t what we went looking for. We went for flint axe heads. The farmer, before my parents, had found axe heads beside the crumbling...

Penknife to paradigm Sipping on hot choices flicking through bookshelves of tall tales of painkillers and wolves at the door as if I have...

Out to sea, squalls whip up seahorse waves. On the beach, showers glitter crystal veils in escaped sun rays. Lugworm-casts coil between...

Solitudinal I want to be alone / floating free / from the universal / away from the glare / of the sun / and spotlight...

When words weave wonder Pen meets paper as ink spills. Tightly coiled spirals of loose-leaf fibers float. Muddy puddles of blue, black,...