"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.

“Olds writes “poetry more faithful to the felt truth of reality than any prose could be.” – Richard Wakefield.

A tune that one has once heard and liked [that] seems to haunt the mind and will not be dismissed until entirely mastered.

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

'Every time I think a new thought I can smell an old one burning.' Emily Berry

I understood that my words could be used as a weapon. James Matthews

And my heart, O my soldiers, my veterans, my heart gives you love. - Walt Whitman 'Dirge For Two Veterans'

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

Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought. Percy Bysshe Shelley, 'Ode to a Skylark'

I take what the world throws at me, and spin, twist, skim, fly, flip, throw it back - Selima Hill