The Fathoms When I am caught within the eels of it, I remember more is known about the moon than the deepest parts of the ocean. This helps me make sense of it. One thousand fathoms down, brine scales everything. Salt scars hearts across the rocks. A date of birth. The other animals are mainly … Continue reading ‘The Fathoms’ by Sarah Fletcher
Author: And Other Poems
Two poems by John Siddique
Orpheus as a Child Everything is bright to his eyes. The spaces between the connections of life. Each sound is music, whether it is factory thrum, or spider web vibration. He loves raindrops falling into puddles, tiny ripples, reflected skies. Rocky outcrops and tree silhouettes outlined against the light. The sun reminds him of his … Continue reading Two poems by John Siddique
‘De-Extinction’ by Suzannah Evans
De-Extinction They re-animated the mammoth using ice-age DNA. Its mother was an elephant surrogate and this was hailed as such success that someone suggested we bring back everything we've ever lost and so the dwindling glaciers renewed themselves in the valleys like the puckered skin of scars and the return of archaeopteryx became a worry … Continue reading ‘De-Extinction’ by Suzannah Evans
‘Bonjour Tristesse’ by Roy Marshall
Draw the blind on roofs of vein-blue lead. Your heart will beat through spine, chest, nipple and neck, send dream down your vertebrae. Sleep, as morning sun founds an empire of shadow around the fountains of the Tuileries, a tide of shutters recede from patisseries, the canary’s eyes blink open on the balcony, a … Continue reading ‘Bonjour Tristesse’ by Roy Marshall
‘Teahouse on the Hill, Lincoln’ by Terry Quinn
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
'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
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
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
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
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
