Two poems by Jim Pascual Agustin

    Just This One   Art. 33. No protected person may be punished for an offence he or she has not personally committed. Collective penalties and likewise all measures of intimidation or of terrorism are prohibited. The Fourth Geneva Convention When someone says “Think about the bigger picture,” I hide. My life has the legs of an ant. I find the resilience of pebbles … Continue reading Two poems by Jim Pascual Agustin

Two poems by Joe Carrick-Varty

    Tree Shaping In our alphabet of trees you chose the first. Apple, a gravel path leading through a garden crunched over, turned left down a lonning the previous tenant never knew existed. Then Ash. 1928 we chased helicopter seeds through summer and fields backed onto by suburban patios with children playing and the kind of grass that reminds and remembers. 2017 and January … Continue reading Two poems by Joe Carrick-Varty

Three poems by Geraldine Clarkson

      UNDERLAND (after that man ‘Lewis’) Towards winter solstice, Alice can no longer cope with groping down blind alleys, being groped by creatures she doesn’t comprehend, in places obscure to her. She has issues with size, this human yoyo, no permanence and issues between her thighs, no liniments. No malice. Just a sweet intrinsic no to everything. A refusal to go along. This … Continue reading Three poems by Geraldine Clarkson

‘Ironing the Spider’ by Sasha Dugdale

  My most violent act: once ironing a spider. She had climbed between sheets on the ironing board And was resting in the pastel scent of laundry: A large spider, slightly prim, self-assured. I can’t abide violence. I can’t even swat a fly. The death of this meaty widow left a creeping stain And a horror in my throat, like the first kill Like the … Continue reading ‘Ironing the Spider’ by Sasha Dugdale