Ballad of the Cast-Off Cards Binned now, we lie beyond your slumber, beyond the fishbowl prospect afforded by your spy hole. We fell before the shrill hinge and heavy spring were wedged free open on to solemn stairs scaled by the stuffed sacks on scrawny backs, and white hands pushed into your privacy beneath … Continue reading A poem by Roy Moller
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Five poems by Jane Weir
On the Recommendation of Ovid we Tried a Weasel It was the first mammal he ever gave me. He must have trapped it late last night when the moon disappeared inside a nightclub of clouds and stars giggling staggered behind. I found it in the morning, slung like an amulet across the lapel of … Continue reading Five poems by Jane Weir
Two poems by Andrew Forster
Power The last time the electricity failed, we watched through the window in settling dusk as vans rumbled into the field next door and workers in yellow tunics gathered by the telegraph pole like pilgrims. Floodlights, like artificial moons, cast the grass in a white sheen. One worker shimmied up, others rapt beneath, mumbling … Continue reading Two poems by Andrew Forster
Poems by Jo Bell
A sequence of seven 14-lined poems by Jo Bell, written during her residency at Royal Derby Hospitals in 2010. Each poem originates in a particular location in the hospital complex. I Waiting They’re behind. This waiting – it’s another day on wipe-clean chairs for me. A bit of peace. I wouldn’t be here … Continue reading Poems by Jo Bell
Three poems by Gillian Prew
Birds/Untitled October/ a thousand gusts unpick the leaves. Bird/and bird moored to the black-knot trees tails like rudders in harsh water/ wings wrapped featherweight sails. Paired/ they wait the length of their bond/they wait for a shift in the cold as day darkens barely into evening. The edge of rain is ahead it appears/it … Continue reading Three poems by Gillian Prew
Three poems by Mark Granier
Keys At 18, I wore a bunch of them –– pendants on a leather thong. I wanted secrets to keep, the jingle, the little teeth turning the pins, old tangible symbols. As if I might learn to belong by playing at being warder to a makeshift life: the front door to my first home, … Continue reading Three poems by Mark Granier
A poem by David Andrew
All Day, the Rain "When is a culture as a whole to be thought of as a system of modifications of our lives as talkers? And would this imply that there is something undefined in human life, pre-cultural as it were?" Cavell In the exquisite factory of the cell life lives on. A language … Continue reading A poem by David Andrew
‘The Walk’ by Carole Bromley
The Walk Slithering onto the track clutching at branches we laugh, you choosing the safety of that ridge of deep snow, me risking the hard-crack ice of the ruts, we find a horse, his breath hanging in the air. By the barn which we can’t get into because of the drift against the door, … Continue reading ‘The Walk’ by Carole Bromley
‘To the Ghost of Sylvia Plath’ by Nikki Magennis
Don't get up so early, my love. I am not your mother but I will take you by the hand and undo you. Unwet the towel. Unroll it and leave it hanging by the sink. Let them all sleep, with their sickle moon eyelids, with their small collections of newly formed thoughts. Drop … Continue reading ‘To the Ghost of Sylvia Plath’ by Nikki Magennis
A poem by Breda Wall Ryan
The Snow Woman She was a blow-in then, the snow a wordless paper sheet, her footprints the first blunt penstrokes with everything still to write: spring planting, barley sheaves, a bitter crop of stones and chaneys at the turn of the year. Windblown crows dropped in through holes punched in the sky, gossiped year … Continue reading A poem by Breda Wall Ryan
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