They have more to say Mud on their mandibles the wasps are carrying around my anger — expensive black limiting the gold. I am chewing paper, processing letters claiming that put in the wrong compartment these part bee part ant creatures of summer can bring down aeroplanes. The wasps take earth to air … Continue reading Two poems by Sohini Basak
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Two poems by James Goodman
The Great He who arrives to a fan of turning in the most exquisitely peopled room, a train of rodents and gulls in tow, will magnetise coincidence, entrap the future, may leave his mark in stone – he lolls through all the solid facts, building with them empires of agreement. Or he whose name became … Continue reading Two poems by James Goodman
Two poems by Richie McCaffery
The white horse I was born to curses, my hooves headed the wrong way and I know I will die to the sound of blessings the way I was broken with both. So many once believed in me, they all backed me. I was worthy of their faith because I never arrived or ever proved … Continue reading Two poems by Richie McCaffery
‘Eleven days’ by Natalie Shaw
Eleven days I was on Wikipedia looking for something and I found eleven missing days, imagine. I spent a couple as a man in his early thirties. I had a convertible, I wore sunglasses. I parked wherever I wanted. I had fun like people in adverts have fun, Lynx for example. Then I went back … Continue reading ‘Eleven days’ by Natalie Shaw
‘On Laundry Day’ by Florence Lenaers
On Laundry Day on laundry day check the pockets, question them, make them tell you what they know. (for the washing machine won’t hear of it.) slip your hand inside—careful, don’t fall head over heels. eel-catch-catch a folded candy wrapper; looks familiar, doesn’t it? like an ear, dried & pressed in a blank book for … Continue reading ‘On Laundry Day’ by Florence Lenaers
‘Helgafell’ by Tony Williams
Helgafell There is a quarry in my heart. The lovely lanes divide. One humps from Upperwood to Uppertown and Ember Lane, and Ember Farm (my family’s farm, which has not been our farm for fifty years). At Bonsall’s market cross the clot of stone sends tassels out towards the Barley Mow, the moor, and down … Continue reading ‘Helgafell’ by Tony Williams
‘If you Hear it Thunder don’t run Under a Tree’ by Seraphima Kennedy
If you Hear it Thunder don't run Under a Tree It was the sound: those fat gold drops that fell from heaven. Pennies, she said, but though her voice was quiet, the brass held dreams of benjamins, bold shopping sprees, silk shirts, mink coats slim fingers stacked with diamonds. You had to go through showers … Continue reading ‘If you Hear it Thunder don’t run Under a Tree’ by Seraphima Kennedy
‘Laminations I’ by Mark Fiddes
Laminations I Amid the crashing, you missed next door's soul shooting free of rubble deflected off the skip with a clunking blue flash towards Croydon. Perhaps it meant to go elsewhere. They stack salvaged bricks in wobbly columns out back like a garden in Pompei. A pyre gyres plastic black cremating many decades of botchery … Continue reading ‘Laminations I’ by Mark Fiddes
‘Pineapple as a metaphor for life’ by Ben Banyard
Pineapple as a metaphor for life Yes, it’s still sitting on the window ledge Gruff, rough, browning leaves. The Best Before Date was last Thursday. It knows it’s a project, not a quick job like cutting your fingernails; this requires commitment, concentration. While intact the pineapple mocks me: we’re locked in a game of chicken … Continue reading ‘Pineapple as a metaphor for life’ by Ben Banyard
Two poems by Dean Atta
April Evening in Cyprus Your grandfather draws your attention to the news; the story, a black flamingo has landed on the island. An expert on screen explaining it is the opposite of an albino. Too much melanin, he says. Camera pans the salt lake full of pink but the eye is drawn to that one … Continue reading Two poems by Dean Atta
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