Conception There was a canoe missing an oar. There was a stretch of pristine shore. Colour broke into sound, one mindless gasp predicated on so much prior consciousness. Daughter of my daughter yet to be— a glint on a distant wave, a window without a wall— O hovering cab, O sureshot marble— (previously published in … Continue reading Three poems by Carrie Etter
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Two poems by Richie McCaffery
Legend The cricket club is a cow-field away from our house, yet local lore says a cricket ball knocked so far for six in the 1950s smashed one of our bay windows. I can’t say if the ball was returned, if it even crossed the players’ minds that evening in the pub, of someone … Continue reading Two poems by Richie McCaffery
Three poems by Carole Bromley
Whistling on the in breath Your forte. Carols, music hall tunes, even the odd aria. A choir of children dressed in red with white ruffs sings in Latin this morning till the stained glass shivers but it's your whistling I hear, sound track of my childhood. We brought you with us once, you fiddled … Continue reading Three poems by Carole Bromley
Two poems in translation by Lawrence Schimel
The Great Atlas of the Human Body by Care Santos translated into English by Lawrence Schimel The Prefrontal Cortex is the largest room of the home we call the brain. That's why it's used as the storeroom to keep everything: what is learned, what is sometime thought, what we are and what we do, what … Continue reading Two poems in translation by Lawrence Schimel
Two poems by Jacquelyn Pope
Paused You can’t live in a trap but you do, in a trick, you’re trumped, stumped, spun to the side. Meant to be gone, you persist, by nettle and scratch, worked out of whim or words. Time is a tick, a stop, a slur, a blind bit of balance. You can’t live on what’s … Continue reading Two poems by Jacquelyn Pope
Three poems by Martyn Crucefix
Three poems from the Daodejing Scorched earth chapter 30 The government—teaches Berenice— should oppose conquest by force of arms. Such methods swiftly rebound. Thorns and brambles where troops assemble; armies raised to the future’s scorched earth. Rather, the leader pursues his purpose then halts—will not overstep advantage. Achieves his aims but does not glory … Continue reading Three poems by Martyn Crucefix
Two poems by Rebecca Goss
Ants They came for us as we breathed - unified and quivering on blond gymnasium ash. Eager elbows of antennae in a dark, tremulous lace as fourteen pregnant women lay beached on Pilates mats. A midwife’s sudden alarm at the trembling, advancing line but her panic was rebuffed in a sports hall of barn … Continue reading Two poems by Rebecca Goss
Two poems by Mona Arshi
The Daughters My daughters have lost two hundred and thirty-six teeth and counting. They possess so many skills: they can craft sophisticated weaponry such as blow-pipes, lances and slings and know what the sharp end of a peacock’s feather is for. Last month they constructed a canoe and saved the Purdu Mephistopheles from extinction. They … Continue reading Two poems by Mona Arshi
Three poems by Yvonne Green
Jews (I.M. of Czesław Miłosz) We’re neither poems for you to fetishise Nor emblems of the murdered of the twentieth century, We don't hold all possibilities in our Talmudic minds Live burdened with the grief you want us to. We're not the monsters of the Middle East, The devils of the diaspora, nor do we … Continue reading Three poems by Yvonne Green
Two poems by Jacqueline Saphra
Hampstead 1979 He says he's a Gemini too, always wears white linen to parties and is a recreational heroin user in an open relationship. He whispers lunch and writes his number on a £1 note and yes on a rainy Friday he buys me real champagne at Sheekey's, feeds me oysters with his fingers … Continue reading Two poems by Jacqueline Saphra
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