
SEB11

SK11

JZ11
Jz11
Evil smoulders
shows it’s face
stronger than poison
staring back at me
ominously
an imprint of darkness
as the light of the stars
goes out
-Francis H. Powell
Jz 11
The Mask Beneath the Skin
I wear a face the world can understand
but beneath it,
a storm waits without name,
aching to be seen without explanation.
My silence is not emptiness,
it is the weight of truths too heavy for sound.
There are days I look into mirrors
and find only questions
staring back with eyes that remember
what I try to forget.
Every smile I offer
is a practiced defense
against the tremble in my chest,
against the scream I buried
the first time I was told
to be strong when I was breaking.
You think you know me
because I walk steady,
but inside,
the floor is always shifting,
and I have learned
to make poetry of survival,
to carve beauty
from the bones of pain.
SEB 11
Where Light Keeps Vigil
Above the hush of sleeping hills,
a presence lingers,
not of flesh,
but of light remembered by the stars.
It watches,
not with eyes,
but with a knowing
that predates sorrow
and forgives it all the same.
The tree cradles its form,
branches sheltering what the world has forgotten, a guardian, not fallen, only hidden.
Beneath, the city glows
with dreams and forgetting.
People hurry through golden shadows,
never sensing the soft pulse above,
where love keeps vigil.
The roots glisten,
not with water,
but with grace.
Hearts, still bound to the soil,
call out without sound
and are answered.
Nothing is alone.
Not tonight.
Not ever.
SK 11
We Are the Thread
Woven in silence before breath began,
we rise from the memory of stars,
carrying the whispers of those who came before,
their laughter folded into our bones,
their longings tucked into our skin.
This shape we take
is not just flesh,
but memory sculpted into motion,
a story passed hand to hand,
heart to heart.
Each curve, a moment of becoming:
a child reaching for love,
a mother holding on too long,
a goodbye never spoken,
a promise carried across lifetimes.
We are not alone.
Even in stillness,
the pulse within us is not just ours.
It echoes with the footsteps of many
who once stood
right where we now stand.
There is no separation,
only distance imagined.
What we are
is everyone we have ever loved
and everyone we have yet to meet.
And in the quiet rise of breath,
in the curl of our becoming,
something ancient,
something holy,
remembers itself.
-Rituparna
Anatomy of Silence ( Based on Based on Artwork inspired by JZ 11)
Beneath the pallid glow of fractured moonlight,
a visage swells;
not monstrous,
but aching with the weight of withheld hungers.
Its contours blur in shadows,
half-formed desires
clutching at breathless quiet.
Eyes like bruises peer through blackened paint,
searching for some absolution in the mire.
The mouth, a cage of bone and ash,
speaks in silence,
as if truth, once uttered,
would break the fragile seams of the skin.
This is the man,
neither cruel nor kind,
but always veiled.
-Anish Gupta
Aries (stacking lineage in rows of dominoes)
in response to artwork by Spriha Kant
after Pippa Phillips
Building legacies can easily warp into sagas. Your steep climb skywards may prove a trudge and conceding is not the way of steadfastness. Worry about impressions only if they are being painted by novice hands. To be mere in the future indicates clever execution of past trivia — bird in bush given to mutability to pass over superior gene. Aplomb is a dubious axis tilting towards arrogance. Check durability of ink when delivering dictation; a word misplaced becomes a revolt. Understand control is a floor of ice wearing spikeless shoes. Walk on moss and be soundless.
-Sheikha A.

-Phil Hyde
SK11
The origin story,
spoiler alert.
From primordial soup.
the full colour of life.
It is the map
the blueprint.
The way and the how.
A stairway to heaven
The ladder of life
-Donna Faulkner
Artworker Bios
Jenn Zed
Ms. Zed is an artist, writer, and musician who lives in Bath, England, with the ghost of her cat.
She studied art, art history, and design MA at Bath and Cambridge Universities.
Sara Elizabeth Bell
Says:
I’ve always loved drawing. It’s a form of meditation for me and has now become a way for me to find peace and sanity when my world gets too overwhelming, which, as a single mom with a neuro-divergent teen, happens quite often. When it does, I follow John Muir’s quote, “Off into the woods I go to loose my mind and find my soul.”
The results of those trips are sketches of the forests around me and photos. I work from the photos to create my watercolors and intaglio prints. I hope you enjoy them and can find a place in your home to adopt one or more.
Spriha Kant
Spriha Kant is an English poetess, book reviewer, and digital artist. She has been published in some anthologies — “Hidden in Childhood” and “We Are The Waves,” to name a few. Her poems have also been published in the seventh issue of “Reflections,” the well-known literary magazine “Prosetrics.” She has been the Guest of honor in the award-winning show “Victoria in Verse” (Bloomsbury Radio, London). Her interviews can be read at feversofthemind.com & and brokenspine.co.uk. Her quotes are published as an epigraph and a blurb in Magkasintahan Volume VI & Swiped Right [both books published by Ukiyoto Publishing, Philippines], respectively. Her artwork can be seen in a webzine called “The Starbeck Orion” and on thewombwellrainbow.com.
Writer Bios
Debbie Ross,
Debbie is a poet, author, artist, photographer, and baker. She lives 400m from the sea, in the far north Scottish Highlands, and can be mostly be found in the kitchen, at the beach, or at her writing table.
Matt Guntrip,
Matt Guntrip is a guitarist, song writer and indie musician from the UK. He has published four albums & five singles via CD Baby, available on most channels. He was a nominated solo artist on the New Music Generator Show, Cambridge 105FM.
Through creative writing he explores themes of nature, time, love, loss, rejection, injustice and hope, with a view to learning, improving and thus to writing better songs.
Matt’s writing has been published in The Belfast Review, The Broken Spine, Fevers of The Mind, Folkheart Press Blog, GAS Poetry (YouTube), The Starbeck Orion (Substack) & The Wombwell Rainbow website.
Donna Faulkner,
Donna Faulkner lives in a cottage in Rangiora, New Zealand with her husband , two sons and Emily, the black Labrador. She’s been published in 300 Days of Sun, Havik, Windward Review, Havik, Fieldstone Review, New Myths, Bacopa Literary Review and others. Her debut poetry book ‘In Silver Majesty’ was published by erbacce press(UK) 2024.
Instagram @lady_lilith_poet/ Twitter @nee_miller. https://linktr.ee/donnafaulkner
Alan McGinn,
Anish Gupta,
Dr. Anish K. Gupta is an Indian urologist and an impassioned poet who writes mainly in English but also dabbles in Hindi and Urdu. His work seamlessly intertwines the exactitude of medical science with the subtleties of human emotion. Grounded in the complementary realms of medicine and art, his path reflects a profound quest for understanding, healing, and the expression of love and life. In the operating room or on the page, Dr. Gupta delves into the intricacies of both body and soul, approaching each with care, curiosity, and compassion. His poetry captures the subtle epiphanies of daily life, the fragility of the human condition, and the deep connections between love and existence. He goes by the #uropoet on X where his handle is @optionurol.
Phil Hyde,
Rituparna,
Rituparna Ghosh is an alumna of the National University of Singapore, an AI engineer, and the founder of Whizzstep. With a passion for poetry, she enjoys crafting verses, particularly in the genres of free verse and reflective poetry. A lover of nature, Rituparna finds peace in her walks by the beach, where the tranquility of the ocean inspires both her creativity and personal reflection. Coding is her profession, and she thrives on solving complex problems through technology. She also has a deep love for traveling, reading, learning new languages, and horse riding, connecting with the outdoors in a unique and fulfilling way.
Francis H Powell,
Judy Smith ,
Judy Smith lives in East Yorkshire. Retired from a career in health and education, she is an emerging poet. She has had poems published in several anthologies, including Spelt, 14, Black Bough, Artemis, High Wolds, Dreich, York Literary Review, The Starbeck Orion. She has a passion for wildlife gardening and community tree planting.
Sheikha A,
Sheikha A. is from Pakistan and United Arab Emirates. Her poems appear in a variety of literary venues both print and online, and some of them have been translated into 8 languages so far. More about her can be found at sheikha82.wordpress.com
John Armstrong,
John Armstrong is a poet whose work blends metaphysical inquiry with vivid, elemental imagery. Drawing from a deep reverence for nature, memory, and the cosmic, Armstrong’s poetry explores dualistic and trinitarian themes of love, transformation, and the spiritual texture of existence.Armstrong sees poetry not merely as a literary form but as a living, animistic force—language shaped by the earth itself. His work is a personal quest, a surrender to the unknown, finding beauty in ambiguity and meaning in the mist between words and life.
Spare time: He grows Cosmos flowers and wills them on way past the first frosts.
Saraswati Nagpal,
John Wolf
Creative writing tutor, poet, storyteller for Read To Write. Taught Beowulf, Odyssey, and Troy; Gilgamesh is coming in October. First poetry collection entitled Heroes (Glasshead Press, 2022). New collection, Historia, out summer 2025. Featured on Radio Sheffield, CAST, Little Theatre, Doncaster Ukranian Centre, Artbomb, Doncaster Foodbank Festival, Under Milk Wood and Women of Troy.
Oormila V. Prahlad
is a widely published Indian-Australian artist and poet. She lives and works on traditional Gammergal land. Find her on Instagram @oormila_paintings





















