Two poems from Reliquaria Mine will be a beautiful service 1. When you bury me, fold my arms, neat over the plateau of a double-breasted suit, the angle of the lapel matching my now permanent expression. Pressed, chemical I will look content, but confused as when you watched me turn in my sleep, dreaming: … Continue reading Two poems by R. A. Villanueva
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Two poems by Niall Campbell
The Water-Carrier I want to be the worst of this profession, the one who makes it home half-empty, tipping more air than water from the ringing pot, and so late back the town’s already dark; Oh no, they’ll say, that’s not the way of it, and I’ll know their heaven’s brimful and undrunk, their lips … Continue reading Two poems by Niall Campbell
Two poems by Zelda Chappel
Flesh It's the ways our tongues get folded, stealing away my speech. It's open mouths writing letters, lipped words placed softly in ears precisely. It's shadows that aren't what they used to be and my fetish for transcendence. It's easier. These days it's slipping through flesh which we know can be done in silence. It's … Continue reading Two poems by Zelda Chappel
‘Llandudno’ by Kate Wise
Llandudno The cries of seagulls smell of salmon sandwiches. Tinned. On white; juice-soggy in their teeth-setting silverfoil. Plastic bag jellyfish sculled the pier’s shadows. We sat in the morning’s goosepimples, park-bench thigh-marked, waiting for you to finish your coffee-and-a-chocolate-biscuit, in matching turquoise shorts because it was the Summer. Harvey and Hector stumbled us gloomily over … Continue reading ‘Llandudno’ by Kate Wise
‘Something Understood’ by Edward Doegar
Something Understood Be seated. So much silliness. Go in fear of imperatives. Love, as much as anything else, as little. Stop trying to touch the stained light, it’s not for you. Feel the wood instead; use has polished the grain, … Continue reading ‘Something Understood’ by Edward Doegar
‘Not turning the light on’ by Emma Lee
Not turning the light on As I wake in the dark, the neighbour’s son returns with his girlfriend before spending what’s left of the night in her arms. I’ve not forgotten teenage insomnia, day-dreaming words into poems not daring to switch on a light to write them but silently reciting them to memory. It’s your … Continue reading ‘Not turning the light on’ by Emma Lee
Two poems by Leah Umansky
I Heard the Sparrows Aging I heard the sparrows aging a devouring call a broken spring, there, turning. a sputtering of what sounds like keys the lost just within a-reach Tenants of the past nearly a-hold Oh, the horse and the rapture; The horsefly and the rupture. to … Continue reading Two poems by Leah Umansky
Two poems by Michael Brown
Water lilies We are watching the sun’s slow dive into the Wirral. You want to touch the water-stars of its last light. Soon it will be time for us to separate . Outside this frame of hush that weightless walk back from the Tate — where I had wanted to fall inside the green water … Continue reading Two poems by Michael Brown
Two poems by Maria Isakova Bennett
Adrift It’s November and half way through the Our Father when Richie lifts his head and slurs ‘Halloween be thy name.’ We serve plates of food – little rescue rafts on an uncertain sea. Even the homeless centre reminds me of you: the way you talked to the man on the street in Dublin, bought … Continue reading Two poems by Maria Isakova Bennett
‘We Prayed for a Man Without a Beard’ by Judy Brown
We Prayed for a Man Without a Beard ‘My Tooth broke today. They will soon be gone. Let that pass I shall be beloved—I want no more’ (Dorothy Wordsworth, Grasmere Journal, Monday 31st June 1802) As the hygienist scrimshaws round my gum I stretch my small mouth wide as horror. She learned on a metal … Continue reading ‘We Prayed for a Man Without a Beard’ by Judy Brown
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