Bus A piece of your childhood never confessed. And I confess I heard it from Dad. Those humid months the family home was a broken down bus. Ditched beside a graffitied wall. Three brothers and three sisters. You the youngest. Mostly I imagined the evenings. Streetlight warming the greasy windows. Doors rattled by cars. Each … Continue reading ‘Bus’ by Theresa Muñoz
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‘Day of rest’ by Jackie Wills
Day of rest The order comes: “Down tools.” You stop driving buses, lock the tills. Guides leave the Taj Mahal, Pyramids. Ski lifts hang over glaciers. In markets, all you hear is flies – there’s no-one underground, no planes, no money moves. TVs show blue lagoons to a soundtrack of wind. Food’s eaten raw. Your … Continue reading ‘Day of rest’ by Jackie Wills
A poem by Matt Haigh
The Four Seasons as Husband by Matt Haigh Spring Love, this teary perfume I excrete makes me sorry for the sentiments we’ve not expressed, so sorry for words stockpiled in our chests, like the sorry nuts which are the squirrel’s hoard. I’m sorry too for those we’ve said aloud. Sorry to see them … Continue reading A poem by Matt Haigh
‘McQueen’s Dress’ by Anna-May Laugher
McQueen's Dress by Anna-May Laugher Caught mid-step her arch a slow burning arc. This foot imposed upon to hold, distribute weight. This dress, an imposition on the skin, woman made vitreous, made avian. Her collar of slides for a microscope, each painted red continues down her spine; creates a carapace of broken views which hold … Continue reading ‘McQueen’s Dress’ by Anna-May Laugher
Takooba
M25 by Takooba At the rise of Chevening Interchange my heart ripped, as mother slept fish-lipped in the wing mirror; Dad’s pinprick pupils flashed and dipped in the rear-view mirror. Alone on the bridge’s brontosaurus heights I overlooked a silver serpent, stretching along a great red serpent, rubbing scales together under a low … Continue reading Takooba
‘The Joy of Sets’ by Maurice Devitt
The Joy of Sets With simple interest you zero in, the square root home. She offers pi a fraction of her heart, you desire the sine of her curves - infinity reclining - the joy of sets. Prime attraction multiplies 2+2=5 an upward graph future = XTC with high probability of success. A new addition … Continue reading ‘The Joy of Sets’ by Maurice Devitt
‘Religion’ by Alvin Pang
Religion by Alvin Pang It's always the Big Ideas that get personified: Death, Wisdom, Eternity, their capital letters lining up in the cold marble halls of the unconscious. You can tell by the flowing beard and grand costumed gestures; the banners and fanfare in stanza after stanza of classical poetry, centuries of … Continue reading ‘Religion’ by Alvin Pang
A poem by Clifford Forde
Sunday Afternoon at the Pictures I remember that beginning in the darkening hall: we country boys, breathless, horses held on a tight rein, those hard-edged chairs in rows and our elbows tucked in; pockets bulging with small apples from the field, our knuckles whitening - ready for the off. The usher with his … Continue reading A poem by Clifford Forde
A poem by Harry Man
Re-entry of the First American in Space Flight of Mercury-Redstone 3, Callsign Freedom 7 Command Pilot: Alan B. Shepherd Jr, May 5th 1961 The poets were wrong: the ocean is not unkillable, the snow is not eternal. The Earth turns in the depths like a cat’s eye limned by a distant headlight. … Continue reading A poem by Harry Man
A poem by Imogen Forster
Damascus, August 2013 The dead lie in neat rows, each wrapped in a shroud bunched above the head, tied with a thick cord, their faces exposed like old John Donne’s in the engraving made for his monument. It’s easy to slide away from the cold fact, mind-wandering in sudden recognition, seeing them as … Continue reading A poem by Imogen Forster
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