Dancing Can be done at any time, mathematically speaking. A child in the front row, she sees the Prince’s laddered tights. This opens up and widens her. In her grandparent’s house, at the end of a terrace, up a hill you get to through Gledhow Valley Woods, next to a parade where the green-grocer … Continue reading Three poems by Linda Black
Author: And Other Poems
A poem by David Andrew
Matisse: the Parakeet and the Mermaid In a world in which armies were still encountered, though now their role was ‘entirely defensive,’ an old man survives the age of alliances. Younger, he looked out from hotel rooms on the Mediterranean; rooms, one supposes, full of windows and flowers, fabric, birds. There he laid down … Continue reading A poem by David Andrew
Three poems by Colin Dardis
Cinnabar Going to rinse the saucepan, I spy a rose petal in the sink: bent purple, withered in this high-seventies weather, most unseasonable of seasons. Somehow circumvented angles of back yard, oil tank and washing-line, through kitchen window, onto an irregular place of rest. Leaning in, I find its being: a red cabbage leaf … Continue reading Three poems by Colin Dardis
Two poems by John Foggin
A pibroch for (MacCaig) [ ‘History frightens me.../ If only I come to be a word with brackets round it / a word drowned in a footnote / a word’ Norman MacCaig : ‘Backward look’ 1984 ] pibroch – because it sounds right, Celtic, and somehow remote He’d not be doing with that; … Continue reading Two poems by John Foggin
Three poems by Stephen Elves
Moorings An ancient tub, long lost to shoaling grounds, nestles in the ooze by a peeling barge, ropes slack to the task of tethering them to an indifferent jetty. Each turn of the tide floats the possibility of tugging at knots, splintering restraint, waking the devil in the engine room and sailing away, prow-high, sea-skimmed, … Continue reading Three poems by Stephen Elves
‘The People We Meet in Dreams’ by Miranda Yates
The People We Meet In Dreams The man from the town centre post office bangs your door in a ruby cape mouthing the whereabouts of The Prowler, and then is gone, down to the shudder of the village stream, where they are all scattered on the brink of a public hanging. Not that you are … Continue reading ‘The People We Meet in Dreams’ by Miranda Yates
A poem by Michaela Ridgway
This year for Katy and her son January will hold the door open for you and you’ll carry him in, under an oak moon; a blue garnet in his small, clenched fist will throw light into that forest of lengthening days. In February, the snows will melt and freeze, form pearls on its branches: … Continue reading A poem by Michaela Ridgway
Three poems by Dan O’Brien
The War Reporter Paul Watson Lost His Camera Vacationing in Cape Town, longing to purge yourself with Stellenbosch and lobster. Waves lash the scapular limestone. Unshouldering your camera on your molt of clothes you dip into the bay while it sways till you might let yourself get carried away. Onshore a baboon. A dog’s … Continue reading Three poems by Dan O’Brien
Three poems by Carrie Etter
Three poems from Imagined Sons A Birthmother’s Catechism (September 11, 1986) What is the anniversary of loss? A national day of mourning Really now, what is the anniversary of loss? My mother and I watch TV well past her usual bedtime What is the anniversary of loss? Where the swan’s nest had been, … Continue reading Three poems by Carrie Etter
Three poems by John Greening
Three poems from Iceland Requiem Author's note: First published in Iceland Spar (Shoestring Press, 2008), this sequence is at the heart of a collection about my father’s time as a wireless operator in Akureyri during WW2, just after he had met my mother back in Kew. I Requiem aeternam A world of … Continue reading Three poems by John Greening
