Seeds I go outside to my hens, while fifty miles away thin men in Edinburgh are feeding birds. They are always thin, and the birds crowd round, starlings, pigeons, spugs, vying for crumbs of love and humanity, on the bleak squares, the paving where they are tutted at, both birds and men, by hurried passers-by. … Continue reading Two poems by Sally Evans
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Two poems by Marion Tracy
Two poems from Dreaming of Our Better Selves Circular Breathing I’m looking up rebirthing online, how to do it best and I bump into a man with a beard on You Tube. He’s breathing in circles demonstrating how to do it, like a prince in a fairy tale trying so hard to be the best … Continue reading Two poems by Marion Tracy
Two poems by Pippa Little
Self-Portrait as a Last Meal Me in this found world. Mother and father, horned, pronged, point due north, guards of white meat on a grey plate. Lone glass, all mouth is not my sister. Here murderers wait to eat the clot-dark looming thing I am with its one eye that hides in plain sight, stares … Continue reading Two poems by Pippa Little
Three poems by Carolyn Jess-Cooke
The House of Rest A History of Josephine Butler, feminist and social reformer, 1828-1906 Eva Then you were here real as a wound. They placed you in my arms with such care I thought you a parcel of feathers that might fly away. I stroked your face – Your eyes were midnight blue. Time bended … Continue reading Three poems by Carolyn Jess-Cooke
Three poems by JT Welsch
The Market Thank god, the past is free from commodity, free to occupy more reliable abstractions. O, to be a tourist of one’s own life, a gift shop full of all the things I always deserved as a child: the graphic novel of my Punic Wars. What could they ask that wouldn’t still be cheaper … Continue reading Three poems by JT Welsch
Poem to Ivor Gurney by John Greening
Dartford To Ivor Gurney A clear Spring morning. The G20 leaders assembling in London. An announcement about the abolition of the old … Continue reading Poem to Ivor Gurney by John Greening
‘First the Music and then the Words’ by Jeremy Wikeley
First the Music and then the Words Listening to Strauss’s ‘Capriccio’ I dreamt I was decked in dark furs and running down the colonnades of a deserted town, one time the capital of a great empire, now in flames. I smashed statues, slashed tapestries and stripped the gold. I pissed in the silverware and forced … Continue reading ‘First the Music and then the Words’ by Jeremy Wikeley
‘Tacit’ by Kate Wakeling
Tacit Prospero: No tongue! All eyes! Be silent. [soft music] (The Tempest, Act IV, Sc. I) In the beginning came the hush: nub of his rule, the anti-ruckus, my quiet kept to forge his crown. This was a daughter tutored mute, speech no sooner to bloom than be swaddled. He saw me stitch the peace … Continue reading ‘Tacit’ by Kate Wakeling
‘Mrs Elizabeth Freake and Baby Mary’ by Olivia McCannon
Mrs Elizabeth Freake and Baby Mary (Anonymous artist, New England, late 17th century) The baby is looking to one side – Uncovering an early smile – at The next canvas being painted The mother attentive, but Watching the way you watch her Challenging whatever it is You think she is doing – yes, … Continue reading ‘Mrs Elizabeth Freake and Baby Mary’ by Olivia McCannon
‘Gilgamesh at the Edge of the World’ by Jenny Lewis
Canto Ten: Gilgamesh at the Edge of the World* Crazed with grief after the death of his friend, Enkidu, Gilgamesh wanders in the wilderness until he reaches the Edge of the World where he comes across a tavern kept by the demi-goddess, Siduri. Shrouded in hoods and veils she lived alone At the sea’s edge, … Continue reading ‘Gilgamesh at the Edge of the World’ by Jenny Lewis
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