The Metronome She set the metronome ticking, her children the pendulum, rocking back and forth from Mother to Father, Father back to Mother. Then she’d twist the knob to Father-Mother, Mother-Father, or call out Allegro!, and they’d speed up: FatherMother, MotherFather, FatherMother. Her children walked sideways, their eyes shifted horizontally, they looked dizzy, even possessed—missing … Continue reading Three poems by Jodie Hollander
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‘Praise Be to Unexpected Ways’ by Chaucer Cameron
Praise Be to Unexpected Ways after Sepideh Jodeyri I have breasts, which I love, I can speak the word breast, I can write the word breast, I can associate the breast with a robin on a branch. I love birds, I love the way they sing, and how they capture territory in unexpected ways. Praise … Continue reading ‘Praise Be to Unexpected Ways’ by Chaucer Cameron
Three poems by Joel M. Toledo
Ruin And before the end comes, the complete corrosion of all things beautiful, what calls us back to dust and the fine delicate things under rocks, the solemn quarters of the dead, or the believing children who simply cannot resist looking at the sun, curious about the circle behind the wide glare presiding over the … Continue reading Three poems by Joel M. Toledo
Two poems by Nancy Campbell
Sonnet Fatigue Six months on, I don’t know when you were born nor what you’ve been writing, though you tell me when you’ve been writing. I’ve been writing sonnets again, but this once fail-safe form dismays me now. A/B/B/A/: I forge the chain – or force it. The closing couplet seems too slight to hold … Continue reading Two poems by Nancy Campbell
Two poems by Adam Warne
Vandal that dangle by in root nook in Combs Wood beneath the moss a most potent go to fetch more than the size have bumble bees it’s not too late we’re quick we’ll over river to prick fingers Buckle because light thaws about what hops here beneath a thorny bough of a … Continue reading Two poems by Adam Warne
Two poems by Jacqueline Saphra
All My Mad Mothers My mother gathered every yellow object she could find: daffodils and gorgeous shawls, little pots of bile and piles of lemons. Once we caught her with a pair of fishnet stockings on a stick, trying to catch the sun. My mother never travelled anywhere without her flippers, goggles and a snorkel. … Continue reading Two poems by Jacqueline Saphra
Two poems by Martyn Crucefix
East-running road for KG You walk out on the east-running road just as far as the field of sunflowers the tarmac bisects where all day south their open faces have pursued the light so to your left they blaze before you while to your right they have turned cold green shoulders but you don’t go … Continue reading Two poems by Martyn Crucefix
Two poems by Pey Oh
The Fox Fairy Appearances are deceiving. How do you know I’m not one of those women, with secrets. You know the kind – ones who take husbands – then slip out at night to run in the fields; dew wet and odorous after the passion, to hunt for mice. How do you know I … Continue reading Two poems by Pey Oh
‘The lucky little girls’ by Claire Askew
The valley was filled with things that should have frightened us: leeches in the Bowmont, ticks clinging in the grass. Combines dipping like warships through the ripe wheat, green clouds over Kelsocleuch, their guyropes of lightning. Nothing was forbidden but the ruined shepherd’s cottage on the Law, the gubbed skull of its walls like a … Continue reading ‘The lucky little girls’ by Claire Askew
Two poems by Sally Douglas
The Night I See Myself The car is a parcel of breath; the road unrolling like a bolt of black crêpe. I drive like I’m in green-screen and nothing outside is real: all I can see is a false moon crowing at my shoulder, and a curd of light behind the hills where the town … Continue reading Two poems by Sally Douglas
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