Fred Johnston


14 May 2016 9:00 am

The sun always grabs us by surprise its yolky wash on a pub wall the clumsy spill round the black…

Bone Scanning

29 October 2015 9:00 am

Perhaps like Superman I will see through walls now that I’ve tanked up on isotopes lighting bruise-blue veins and sparking…

The Origin of Poetry

23 August 2014 9:00 am

Forgive the figure curled like a question mark in the corner no one speaks his language He tried to read…