Prodigals Friday Night: 9:30 The cancelled train of last week’s lost high now behind us, we ease deep into chairs, each snugging the glove of shared hunger. Our deferred pleasure in escape declares itself open for business with a glass of good wine and a glance that reads my returning gaze. We let minutes pass … Continue reading ‘Prodigals’: Four sonnets by Martin Malone
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‘Tracking the wolf’ by Wendy Klein
Tracking the wolf after Cormac McCarthy the boy his brother their father (not yet awake) the horse the dog behind the gate watching him go the she-wolf the snow the blood the gun the traps … Continue reading ‘Tracking the wolf’ by Wendy Klein
Three poems by Patrick Deeley
Precursor Tetrapod hardly covers it, old boy or girl coming out of the sea. Tetrapod, four-foot, accurate but basic as the mud in my mind’s eye you’re treading. Amphibian then, since you take a fresh element, the shelf of land, cumbersomely on, all to do in your warty green skin. Newt might fit, or giant … Continue reading Three poems by Patrick Deeley
Two poems by Natalya Anderson
Dinner Party Father Clarke and Father Dempsey are wearing matching hats. I’m on door duty. I pat Kitters through a dark gap to the basement so he doesn’t rub his mouth on people’s legs. He scratches; his paw shakes the bottom corner of the door until he bursts through. Reverend Pollock is here – she’s … Continue reading Two poems by Natalya Anderson
‘Afterthought’ by Marie Naughton
Afterthought And what if –– go on, you’ve seen those films –– what if on one particular January morning this man no, this boy, what if, when this boy approaches the main road and reaches in his pocket for his phone he remembers fuckit, the fiver to cover the cost of his DaySaver still on … Continue reading ‘Afterthought’ by Marie Naughton
Two poems by Mary Noonan
The Moths The artist is sitting, perfectly still, by his mulberry tree, watching it. He has been in that pose all day. The white moths have flown through my open window, drawn by the light of a bedside lamp. They are everywhere – cloaking the walls, sleeping in the folds of sheets, crawling over the … Continue reading Two poems by Mary Noonan
Two poems by Jo Bell
Kith A word made scant by frequent use. I like it for its urgency and spit, for its necessity. I like it for its oldness, for its slingshot certainty. I like it for its plainness; for belonging to the Northern tongue behind my teeth. I like it for its fighting talk. The known. The tribe. … Continue reading Two poems by Jo Bell
Three poems by Victoria Kennefick
Rib I have visited your grave many times expecting to find you tending your plot, maybe with a shovel or a strimmer, turning your handsomely-lined face towards the sun. In Kilmahon cemetery, wild garlic excretes a heavy smell. White bonnets bob at your wooden cross, embarrassed to show their faces, roots grown so deep. Reflected … Continue reading Three poems by Victoria Kennefick
Two poems by Anthony Wilson
Poem Beginning With a Line by Eve Merriam I am telling my hands to be still. They do not want to be still. My hands are grey, they are not clean, they long to be grey again. There is much they have seen and cannot speak of. I have told them they are beautiful but … Continue reading Two poems by Anthony Wilson
Deathflake by Paul Stephenson
(Deathflake was previously published in Under the Radar magazine). Paul Stephenson was one of the winners of the 2014/15 Poetry Business Book and Pamphlet competition. His first pamphlet will be published by Smith Doorstop in May. He was previously a Jerwood/Arvon mentee in 2013/14, and in 2012 won second prize in the Troubadour International poetry … Continue reading Deathflake by Paul Stephenson
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