Not Yet for Michaella hardly surprising your Dad on the phone explaining in graphic detail the intricate laws of physics when you say you're convinced if you persevere that is in the madness & chaos & wind eventually you'll levitate that's quite a lot of cushions to be stacking up & keep the best … Continue reading Two poems by Brendan Cleary
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Two poems by Stephen Payne
Dyslexia A hard thing to explain to an eight year old. How to lift from everything we know a clutch of truths by which he’ll be consoled. I keep to what it doesn’t mean, name the famous cases. Hard to answer no when he asks quietly, Are you the same? (from The Probabilities … Continue reading Two poems by Stephen Payne
Two poems by Chimera Lay
The cake He died three months before my thirteenth. I told her I didn’t want a cake or singing. The day was hot I spent it lying on a lounger in the cool shade of the lemon tree. She was inside making a black forest. I could hear her cutting layers, straining cherries, whipping … Continue reading Two poems by Chimera Lay
Two poems by John W Sexton
Bog Asphodel Here I birth and here I am, tar water my start; yet through the seeping space of bog I erupt in yellow stars. Then nebulae am I and I am a starnight of saffron. Bog is the roof of the underworld, where upside down the dead walk with their feet shadowing the … Continue reading Two poems by John W Sexton
‘Whales’ by Claire Trévien
Whales Whales lived under our house making the hinges rock, splitting cups and cheeks. Stray socks melted in their comb-mouths their fins sliced through conversations, we found bones in our cups of tea. Most of the time they just wanted to play bounced against bookshelves, snorted leaks, threw bodies across the room. No one believed … Continue reading ‘Whales’ by Claire Trévien
‘The Last Supper in Grand Asaba’ by Lizzy Dijeh
The Last Supper in Grand Asaba Odogwu’s* feast had won, everyone jumbled into Uncle’s car, fingers fitting from tanks of grounded coffee. Our round bellies lunged over buttons like slumped canyons, a town of flies seemed to hypnotise the mouth of swollen sky denting the roof of the car, a fan of floating moths … Continue reading ‘The Last Supper in Grand Asaba’ by Lizzy Dijeh
‘In a disused game-keeper’s hut’ by Rebecca Gethin
In a disused game-keeper’s hut A stream dashes past in a deep cleft. From inside, all you hear is the waterfall. Dark as the garden at night, a mesh covers the grimy window. No-one will guess. She sweeps the dust, runs outside to gasp. It settles back like the things she’s heard said. She pokes … Continue reading ‘In a disused game-keeper’s hut’ by Rebecca Gethin
Three poems by Kathryn Gray
Nostalgia If I could tell now just how that grass felt – itchy, summer wet – as we rolled the incline, raced each other down, bad-landed in a heap; if I could pull from my pocket the chalk dust from shattered Parma Violets and blow this from my palm like so, then I’d be … Continue reading Three poems by Kathryn Gray
Two poems by Ron Carey
Among Men There are a few originals left – a small curmudgeon Of diehards, one might say. Life has put something Sharp in our water or something shaky beneath Our pale, Tupperware skin. We’re not complaining. That’s just the way of it. No hand-holding, thank God, But we are interested in each other … Continue reading Two poems by Ron Carey
‘Ballad of the Moon, Moon’ by David Morley
Ballad of the Moon, Moon El aire la vela, vela. El aire la está velando. after Lorca A pettelengra boy whacks petalos on his anvil. The moon slides into his smithy, bright as a borì. The boy can not stop himself staring. The moon releases her arms in flames of flamenco, … Continue reading ‘Ballad of the Moon, Moon’ by David Morley
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