"One of our most promising young talents, Jay Bernard writes powerful and sensuous scenes from the metropolis: a teenager flies like a moth, a woman with scissors sings bees. Disturbing, joyous and always surprising.” – Pascale Petit.

These hands have Moulded monuments, created crafts, healed hearts. Khosi Xaba, from 'These Hands'

That self-same stuff which erst proud empires swayed, of which the conquerers of the world were made. - Hannah More 'Slavery: A Poem'

My subject is War and the pity of War. The Poetry is in the pity. Wilfred Owen