ALT Making love for cripples we keep waking inside the notion of bodies in love how one broken person slides their tongue into another until there is nothing left of the sadness or shame that otherwise divides them this is the light I choose to tilt over the world arrested each morning by the flinch of asymmetry that leaps from the mirror the only way I can leave is to cup the tinder of your body close enough to feel its warmth & far enough to let it catch

ALT like the fragile mosses of the soil falling over each other in a century of yearning the drifting corals burning into brightness to inhabit the moment without knowing it to break the spell of its looking

ALT Background image of spring flowers poking out of melting snow. Vote icon bottom right Text: IS&T MARCH 2026 PICK OF THE MONTH Alicia Byrne Keane Gareth Culshaw Jan Fitzgerald Eugene O'Hare Tamara Salih Daniel Sluman

ALT Domed ceiling viewed from below with intricate triangular glass at the top and curved spiral staircase going up. Title: Ceilings. Quote: the ceilings we are pressed beneath change in aspect and colour each evening they drop a little closer. Poet: Daniel Sluman.

ALT Chronic god whispered in my ear but the only word I caught was pain lord I have learnt to suffer well to keep silent as the lit nerve stirs my body into meaning each morning each time it begins like a murmur somewhere inside me

ALT A photograph of the 14 titles longlisted for the Warwick Prize for Women in Translation. The books are stood on a wooden table against a brick wall with their spines facing the camera.