Kudu Watch Signs bloom mysterious, loom sudden, briefly luminous, moonflowers edged in red. Our lights create the road, its unremitting dashes are a pale Morse code, monotonous, as I count the kilometres mesmerised. Keep watch, still far to go. We are taking it slow tonight, this lonely stretch notorious for lulling the unwary to … Continue reading A poem by Isobel Dixon
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‘Love and the Body’ by John Siddique
Love and the Body and all there is, is love and the body, nothing to give but this moment, and this moment and this moment, and all there has ever been is you and I so easily lost in the feelings, the reaching, and all there is, is love and the body. All these faces … Continue reading ‘Love and the Body’ by John Siddique
‘Rhyme Royale Sequence for Lady Macbeth’ by Sarah Doyle
Rhyme Royale Sequence for Lady Macbeth My husband lacks ambition; he is weak. For who’d be Thane, when he could be a King? I fear we may be ruined by his streak of cowardice, which threatens everything. But my resolve remains, unwavering; my fervour and my mettle, burning still. If he cannot perform the deed, … Continue reading ‘Rhyme Royale Sequence for Lady Macbeth’ by Sarah Doyle
A poem by Maria Taylor
Mr. Hill For Patricia For a while he’s gone back to his first wife, who’s decided to keep him on a mantelpiece with mouth-blown vases on either side. It means she’s had to speak to his mistress. They have more in common than she realised, but wonders if her toenails are still painted red. … Continue reading A poem by Maria Taylor
A poem by Julie Maclean
U plain every night when spring gets going we sit outside in fold-up chairs, yours ripped from being left out in the weather, mine hanging in by a thread you watch dragon flies like micro choppers on some reconnaissance or other I admire the sass of lily buds baby maggies teetering on the brink … Continue reading A poem by Julie Maclean
Two poems by John McCullough
Lichen It prefers untended places, drab corners where it arrives like a boon. Kerbs, slag heaps, skewed gravestones— the roofs of council estates it spots with yellow coins dropped from the sky. Soundless and rootless, it ventures small claims, its chintzy blooms opening on concrete as though it were love itself, giddy and bountiful, … Continue reading Two poems by John McCullough
‘Christopher’ by Roz Goddard
Christopher Oh, Christopher, believe me, I’m with you; it’s hard being ordinary, with a surfeit of feeling that won’t elegantly form itself. Inadequacy of thought, of sensibility is a grave handicap in this writing life we have chosen. Every day the same: stumbling in the alleys looking for a gift out of there, lost again … Continue reading ‘Christopher’ by Roz Goddard
A poem by Ben Parker
One Place Out here the elms echo with the eagle-shout and sparrow-cry; leaves tune the wind; the only path is the one your trespass cuts. Your car is waiting at the forest’s edge with autumn already falling on its roof. You bag and bury your mud clad-shoes before rejoining the nightly homeward grind, just … Continue reading A poem by Ben Parker
A poem by Andrew Bailey
Thames Salmon Our findings highlight the futility of long-term stocking without corresponding improvements in habitat and water quality.* a healthy system means a healthy apex predator a salmon in the Thames lost and not delivered and it finds itself acclimatising here get the river right the fish will run the rest * Andrew M. … Continue reading A poem by Andrew Bailey
‘Degas Wants to Paint Me Ironing’ by Anna-May Laugher
Degas Wants to Paint Me Ironing He says it’s wonderful to watch me, I’ll just bet it is when I’m the one who’s working. He’s going to pay me, pay me to pretend and now that I’m pretending I have time to wonder how my ironing has changed. First with little flutters of the heart, … Continue reading ‘Degas Wants to Paint Me Ironing’ by Anna-May Laugher
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