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Entries from a Glacier

We’re thrilled to be publishing a beautiful new chapbook, Entries from a Glacier, with new poems by Katie Peterson & new photographs by Young Suh, in June 2026!

What do a girl falling into a lake, the poet Gerard Manley Hopkins, and the work of the imagination have in common? How will we remember this time, in which the glaciers are melting and the world as we know it appears to be melting as well? This collaborative book compiles lyric prose, poetry, collage, drawing, and photography to investigate these questions. A story of summertime sadness, contemporary anxiety, and poetic possibility, this collection is also a commonplace book, a scrapbook, and a letter for the future.

Praise for Entries From a Glacier

“This deft, strange and very beautiful book places its subjects (ecology, what it is to create, what it is to be a parent) in dreamlike relation to one another. Text and image are similarly in quiet, oblique conversation; they speak to one another across the page with a hushed wit and subtle melancholy. In doing so, multiple possibilities of meaning coalesce and accumulate as slowly and mysteriously as the layers of ice in the book’s central image. Peterson’s prose chimes with a delicate music. Like Suh’s photographs and exquisite pencil sketches, the writing is spare yet profoundly alert to the possibility of play – and of joy. Indeed, while the slowness and coolness of a glacier speaks through these pages in the crystalline beauty of text and image, this is also a book of warmth and hope. It is an invitation to think and to connect.”

— Katie Wakeling, author of The Rainbow Faults

“Set by a Swiss glacier and sourcing its energy from Gerard Manley Hopkins’s journal of his own visit to the Alps, Katie Peterson and Young Suh’s Entries from a Glacier meditates on the precariousness of daily, lived experience in the face of sweeping change. Peterson’s text—nostalgic, candid, and quietly spiritual—speaks from an alarmed present to a future hardly imaginable (yet ardently hoped for) through a process of “reaching[ing] back into the language…to find what fits.” The book flickers between Hopkins’s electrifying descriptions of glaciers (“as crisp as celery,” flung across the mountain like “the skin of a white tiger”) and Peterson’s own philosophical musings on motherhood (“a splitting that I could not shake”), her daughter (“Won’t you tell me your dream”) and the ephemeral nature of beauty (“sunlight like a bolt of fabric rolled across a table”). Suh’s gorgeous images punctuate the text, often reflecting paradoxical conditions through opposing textures: the sharp yet dissolving edges of glacial ice, spongey clouds drifting over a steep mountainside, the softness of a girl’s dress draped on a rock. It is a book of peeling layers, linguistic and visual: as Peterson suggestively asks, “When surfaces shift, what happens underneath?”

— Erica McAlpine, author of Small Pointed Things

Katie Peterson
Poems

Katie Peterson

Katie Peterson is the author of six books, including Life in a Field (2021) a text and image collaboration with the photographer Young Suh, and Fog and Smoke (2024) named a Book of the Year by the Times Literary Supplement. Peterson’s poems and reviews have appeared in the Atlantic, the Los Angeles Review of Books, Literary Imagination, the New York Review of Books, Poetry London, and elsewhere. A Visiting Fellow at St Edmund’s Hall this year, she is Professor of English at UC Davis and makes her permanent home in California.

Young Suh
Photographs

Young Suh
Young Suh

Young Suh is a visual artist who uses photography, video, words, and handmade books to tell stories about human lives and the difficulties of our existence on Earth. His work has been exhibited at the San Francisco Museum of Modern Art, the Santa Barbara Museum of Art, and the Datz Museum in South Korea, among others. He is currently Professor of Art in the Department of Art and Art History at the University of California, Davis.

Wild Women, the new anthology by Mor Poets

We’re thrilled to announce that on June 19th 2026, we will be publishing Wild Women, the gorgeous and thrilling new anthology by Mor Poets!

Wild Women celebrates those women who, flawed but unbowed, rise from life’s wreckage and carry its stories in their bones. 

This poetry walks the cliffs of Cornwall with salt in its hair and defiance in its stride. These voices cannot be ignored: here is survival, solidarity, and the strength of women’s shared stories. 

From the all-female Mor Poets collective comes this hard-hitting, generous and tender anthology written from the front line of their lived experience. These poems, as diverse and wide-ranging as the poets themselves, move through birth and motherhood, heartbreak and healing, disbelief and anger, and the quieter ache of loss and grief. Anchored in Cornwall’s own rugged and enduring landscape, these words challenge silencing and shame; speaking truth above all.

Ella Walsworth-Bell set up the Mor Poets as a women’s poetry collective within Cornwall. As a child, Ella washed up in Falmouth after crossing the Atlantic in a sailing boat with her parents. She works as a speech therapist for the NHS and prioritizes inclusivity to maintain diversity both at work and within writing networks. Members of the Mor Poets are also involved within Cornwall Writers and Falmouth Poetry Group; many are well-published themselves in magazines and anthologies.

The Mor Poets


Morvoren: the poetry of sea swimming (2021) is an anthology giving voice to women sea swimmers of Cornwall, including photographic images. Mordardh: surf poetry (2022) is an anthology supported by Arts Council England that also included workshops and live events. Mordros: sound of the sea (2023) was supported by FEAST and incorporates children’s writing – this was shortlisted for a Holyer an Gof award. Mordros also toured with Carn to Cove as a theatre production incorporating poetry from all three books and starring Fi Read, Kate Barden, Hannah Temme and Ella Walsworth-Bell. The Mor Poets shared their words at Creative Scilly, Penzance Litfest, Looe Festival of Words, Falmouth Fringe and St Ives Festival. They have featured on BBC Spotlight, Radio Cornwall and in their own regular slot on CHBN community radio.


Wild Women is due to be published by Inkfish in June 2026 and is an anthology created to showcase poetry authored by women poets in Cornwall – this includes poems by Ella Frears, Sue Wallace-Shaddad, Sue Johns, Ulrike Duran Bravo, Christiana Symmons, Angela Stoner, Morag Smith, Megan Chapman, and Abigail Ottley.

Cut Down & Shift

Cut Down & Shift

Poems

by Erin Jamieson

Cut Down

I carve your name
under the shelter
of trees
we used
to climb

your grip always
stronger than mine
until the day you
could not stop
staring at sunlight

so brilliant I feel it still
under misty breath
of winter

will anyone else
climb these trees
see your name

or will you be
cut down
for new homes
and new lives

Shift

I plant
pumpkin seeds

not far from
where we once
lounged

tracing wishes
in the outlines
of shifting clouds

I look over
at the chair
you refused
to get rid of

splintered wood
peeling paint

about to ask
how we know
anything will come

of what
we planted

pumpkin seed packet
About the Author

Erin Jamieson (she/her) holds an MFA in Creative Writing from Miami University. Her writing has been published in over eighty literary magazines, including two Pushcart Prize nominations. Her poetry chapbook, Fairytales, was published by Bottlecap Press and her most recent chapbook, Remnants, came out in 2024.. Her debut novel – Sky of Ashes, Land of Dreams – came out November 2023.

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Three Poems

Three Poems

Poetry

by Rachael Clyne

Dragonfly Gives a Masterclass on Positive Thinking

Dragonfly says 
i was fat larvae pondlife
greedy turdbelly bug-eye. 
But you never know 
what life is in store
onetime dreamlift me 
out of wet into
skyfly beam 
gleammm
       rrrrrrr
ainbow
I wingshh  ape  flut t
       t ter…
Dragonfly says
every fat 
pondlife bitch
has a dragon 
in her just 
wing  
it

Location.Location.Location.
using /// what3words

On the sofa, I dream.sensible.swans.
In the kitchen, Brian.unloads.shopping.
My side of the bed is a hazy.traffic.salon.  
Brian’s side is a lunging,humid.swordfish.

On the loo, I redouble.cracking.depravity.
Next door purifies.their songbirds.park.
Glastonbury folk have past-life flashbacks.
profess.knowledge. The Westminster crew
fence.garage are.unable. while the nation.
vibrates. feeling.

dragonfly on pink
About the Author

Rachael Clyne retired psychotherapist from Glastonbury, is widely published in journals, incl: Poetry Wales, Lighthouse and Ink Sweat & Tears. her pamphlet, ‘Girl Golem’ (4Word Press) explores her Jewish, migrant background. Her new collection, ‘You’ll Never Anyone Else’, expands on themes of identity including LGBTQ and relationships. Visit Rachael’s websiteRead more about Rachael’s poetry at Seren Books.

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Two Poems

Two Poems

Poetry

by Jack Bedell

Écore

I brought my daughter to the coast
to set our feet as close to water
as we could without losing
shoes to soft shore. I had her
smell the air, listen for tide’s lap.
I told her these things haven’t changed
since I was a child, only our distance
from the shrimp boats
trawling the horizon has.

Then at one point I did not need to translate the notes;
they went directly to my hands

—Francesca Woodman, 1976

Palms flat against the old house’s wall,
it does not matter what you are, hidden
under tears of curled wallpaper—all hair

and skin and bone and fears of
a life you might not have time to live.
This house, its cracked plaster and bare

plank floor, has its own story to tell through
you, through what only your eyes
notice, the light your lens traps.

Light, dark, straight lines, open angles,
curves we all know are there, just
out of view: these build the chord

you strike. Resolved or not, it all
means, more than you might intend,
even more than the house’s ghosts deserve.

wall & shrimp boat
About the Author

Jack B. Bedell is Professor of English and Coordinator of Creative Writing at Southeastern Louisiana University where he also edits Louisiana Literature and directs the Louisiana Literature Press. Jack’s work has appeared in HAD, Heavy Feather, Pidgeonholes, The Shore, Moist, Autofocus, EcoTheo, The Hopper, Terrain, and other journals. He’s also had pieces included in Best Microfiction and Best Spiritual Literature. His latest collection is Ghost Forest (Mercer University Press, 2024). He served as Louisiana Poet Laureate 2017-2019.

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Physiology, Secret, Contents

Physiology, Secret, Contents

Poems

by Julia Biggs

Physiology

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Secret

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Physiology_illustration
About the Author

Julia Biggs (she/her) is a poet, writer and freelance art historian. She lives in Cambridge, UK. Her work has appeared or is forthcoming in Ink Sweat & Tears, Black Bough Poetry, Annie Journal, Sídhe Press, Streetcake Magazine and elsewhere. Find her on Twitter/X @Chiaroscuro1897 or via her website: https://juliabiggs1.wixsite.com/juliabiggs

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On Blackout Poetry and Eclipses

On 8 April 2024, my city will experience a total eclipse for a couple exhilarating minutes. In times past, such days were venerated, gods worshipped, and animals and people sacrificed. I get the day off work, and the local professional baseball team – playing their opening game of the 2024 campaign – plays an hour later due to this astronomical rarity. The fear by the team brass isn’t angry baseball gods but snarled traffic being caused by rubberneckers. In a time of pitch clocks, even an occasional ballgame can be delayed.

miss the mark & Body Rota

miss the mark & Body Rota

Poems

by Meredith MacLeod Davidson

miss the mark

I hadn’t known he was into chaos magick but the operatic hex performance paid his dues another night asleep at a monastery we elected not to fuck on the roof I was scared of opening so many portals in Barcelona we fought over wine labels I rolled a cigarette and in my mind begged you to buy me croquettes sometimes we just powerwalk on opposite sides of the street until we can forgive each other again it’s like tattooing it doesn’t always have to mean something but you do need to remember it’s a ritual you’re sustaining an aperture to the body that used to be our best joke you know that the entire body is made of sphincters if you think about it allowing someone to fill it with ink and ink always becomes symbols in May I stared at a basement ceiling my skin bared to that stranger’s nose she was visiting from Porto didn’t know where any of the sanitation paraphernalia was she drew in me something red question do you usually bleed this much all over the country these ruins still offer sanctuary the devout always know the best places to build I’m remembering the label you told me it was supposed to taste like corn that’s why there was a cob on the bottle I’ve got this little bird on my shoulder it all healed just fine.

Body Rota

I am seeking the sleeper cells carried

in our very bodies, revelation

of matrilineal inheritance

a perception  /  not  /  separated from

the integration of being           :            it is

alleviate being           :            to clarify

to amputate conclusion           :            intervene

intervention can           :            pose security

a question: Can a poem escape           :            being? 

after all, a reduction can suggest 

intimacy           :            Does the revision do 

the same? the polemic is not always

: synonymous with distance : should or does

(imagine)                       (imagine)             (being) (being)

bird-tattoo
About the Author

Meredith MacLeod Davidson is a poet and writer from Virginia, currently based in Scotland, where she recently earned an MLitt in Creative Writing from the University of Glasgow. Meredith has poems in Propel Magazine, Cream City Review, Frozen Sea, and elsewhere, and serves as senior editor for Arboreal Literary Magazine.

 

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Husbands, Picture Gallery & Early

Husbands, Picture Gallery & Early

Poems

by Stephen Keeler

Husbands

We stood together side by side my friend
and I in his bright kitchen two old men
sun-bleached and stubbled liver-spotted and
a little more considered now that he
had lost his wife as well as though we’d both
been careless in an unfamiliar place
he chopping the tomatoes I had brought
and me the basil they had planted in
the spring and it was unremarkable
in its uniqueness in our linen shirts
the flashing knives cool blues stone floor the heat
outside I thought of how our fathers might
have looked on this on two old men their sons
preparing lunch at ease and how they might
have taken such unasked for setting loose.

Picture Gallery

A Sunday volunteer at
the modish one-room gallery

the woman with the novel on her knee
looked up and saw them

fading through the whitewashed walls
the paintings like a choir singing as they leave

the church and the returning light
and richly-painted darkness

brought in the ice-skates that had hung there
from this roof-beam that old Andersson

had chiselled and stiff brushes and limp
inner tubes and blocks of soap the

candles bundled into eights and
tied with string the pins the yarn

the things the women had to ask for
whispering while she

stood listening on the wooden steps
a girl of seven or eight in dungarees

and flannel shirt
beside the painted table where

the tourist leaflets are
the information packs and price-lists

for the clever paintings
no one came to see today.

Early

This bed
these crisp and tumbled sheets
fat-bellied pillows
a pleasure garden
once upon a time
in a far-off distant land
where perfumed lovers
orchestrated limbs and wine and whispers
in the half-light unaware
the sunrise
and the hardening of the day
wine turning into water overnight
the cockerel and the old tin clock.

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Fruit bowl illustration
About the Author

STEPHEN KEELER is an award-winning memoirist and poet. His memoir 50 Words for Love in Swedish (Archetype Books, 2021) won the People’s Book Prize (2022/23) and his poetry appears regularly in prestigious poetry magazines, journals and anthologies. His small collection They Spoke No English is published by Nine Pens Press and extracts from his collection A Diligent Pantomime will be published online by Black Bough Press (forthcoming). In addition to residencies in the UK and France, Stephen Keeler was awarded the 2023 Writer-in-Residence scholarship in Skara, southern Sweden. Manuscripts currently under consideration include Superlative Objects, a second memoir, and Small Unnecessary Things, a collection of poems written during a recent writing residency.

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Drain

Drain

Poem

by John Panza

When the nurse
removed the drain
from my thorax,
the half-inch-thick
rubber tube
slid out the way
a dagger would
sink in, quietly,
starved of drama
or even pain.
But the second one
the surgeon himself
removed after a
month or two,
after the chemo,
and the sleepless
nights and opioid-
induced nightmares
as I slept sitting up
on a chair, the living-
room a cozy ER
managed by my wife,
pale with fear,
thin with energy,
lost but for this job,
expecting me not to
wake one morning.
That drain unraveled
in me inch-by-inch
like a garter snake,
slowly uncoiling
like the DNA
that failed me and
brought this plague
upon me and my
nurses, doctors, wife,
and child. Then the tube
was out, its length thin
and gleaming. The
surgeon patted me
on the shoulder,
told me it’s ok.

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About the Author

John Panza lives in Cleveland, Ohio, USA, on the shore of Lake Erie. He is a professor, musician, music producer, and president of a music foundation. He also sleeps sometimes. Find him on IG @jp1lung.

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