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‘Teahouse on the Hill, Lincoln’ by Terry Quinn

April 26, 2016 ~ And Other Poems

Teahouse on the Hill, Lincoln What with the excitement of an extra scone it completely slipped my mind to tell you the waitress had told me the décor was changed in March actually she said stripped with a degree of enthusiasm that would have the girls giggling so it was lucky they weren’t there when … Continue reading ‘Teahouse on the Hill, Lincoln’ by Terry Quinn

‘Handiwork’ by Patrick Williamson

April 21, 2016April 21, 2016 ~ And Other Poems

'Handiwork' by Patrick Williamson with translations into French and Italian   Handiwork One created with all beauty, wonder and diversity, One forces and powers against desire for life on earth; One that moves like a fastball, breaks open old worlds, One the poem par excellence, abrasive, with pace; One to unearth new ways of being … Continue reading ‘Handiwork’ by Patrick Williamson

Two poems by Wendy Klein

April 19, 2016 ~ And Other Poems

Two poems from Mood Indigo Doxology This shot’s in washed out sepia: my father, a choir boy, about to leave his childhood behind, Glory be to the father and to the son, and to the Holy Ghost. His hair, already recalcitrant, holds a crooked centre parting with the help of Brylcreem (a little dab’ll do … Continue reading Two poems by Wendy Klein

‘Wordslast’ by Stephen Daniels

April 15, 2016 ~ And Other Poems

Wordslast Now she shouted shutwindow Shutwindow now she shouted So I said windowshut Windowshut I said so Opendoor now please come in I said I said Please come in now opendoor Dooropen now she screamed at me Now at me she screamed dooropen Lockedgate She demanded now She demanded lockedgate now I replied gatelocked now … Continue reading ‘Wordslast’ by Stephen Daniels

Two poems by Cheryl Moskowitz

April 12, 2016 ~ And Other Poems

Nachteule She hasn’t seen you yet but she knows you are there – legend and the lady in the kitchen told her so. Besides, she heard you hooting on the first night razor sharp in the dark despite the muffle of sleep and possible dying. It’s a call she recognises like a mother who knows … Continue reading Two poems by Cheryl Moskowitz

Two poems by John McCullough

April 8, 2016 ~ And Other Poems

Two poems from Spacecraft, Penned in the Margins, May 2016   I’ve Carried a Door On My Back for Ten Years You lugged it from the builder’s yard. Now it’s my turn to know its stiff weight, the slow chafe of pine against vertebrae: a decade-long kiss, flush with splinters. I closed it when I … Continue reading Two poems by John McCullough

‘Letter to my Mother’ by Katrina Naomi

April 5, 2016 ~ And Other Poems

Letter to my Mother You lie underneath him, a measure of mud between you. This was our final argument – his and mine – your husband/my step-father. I’m told of a double headstone, which I haven’t visited, since I held my niece’s hand, threw a lily and a tablespoon of chalky soil on your lid. … Continue reading ‘Letter to my Mother’ by Katrina Naomi

‘What my grandfather sees at 90’ by Catherine Ayres

March 22, 2016 ~ And Other Poems

What my grandfather sees at 90 Dawn in the boiler’s long sigh A misdirected piss in warm toes A broken cup in the taste of salt A daughter’s face in softness under his palms The afternoon sliced by a clock Donna’s smile in the smell of Silk Cut Forgotten shoes in a slap from the … Continue reading ‘What my grandfather sees at 90’ by Catherine Ayres

Three poems by Andrew Sclater

March 18, 2016 ~ And Other Poems

Nursery Rhyme Don’t talk to Mother, she is feeding your brother. Don’t talk to Mother, or else she will smother you. Don’t talk to Father, either. You are NOT to bother Father– he is at work. Run along. Stop lurking now DO what I say. DON’T answer back. Put on your shoe. There are places … Continue reading Three poems by Andrew Sclater

Two poems by Andrew F Giles

March 15, 2016 ~ And Other Poems

A battlefield of lovers I love authority & it loves me: my slippery womb, come soon with your jovial control - it’s my choice & even my words seem spoken by my own voice. I pitch my battle from left to right & get a hot lunch - a serpent on a plate, eating its … Continue reading Two poems by Andrew F Giles

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