Morning Walk Five straggling mongrels moseyed through a sentence just to keep a tourist company . One spotted a frog, leapt into a ditch then there were four disreputable flea-bags lolling in and out of tongues, licking the nose of the lost English. One saw a cicada flew barking in the ether then there … Continue reading A poem by Jude Cowan Montague
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‘Now Read On’ by John Glenday
Now Read On read something no one has ever written down the heartfelt lies the downright truths read all the gathered silences in the drop of ink that marks where this sentence ends and your life begins. John Glenday is the author of three collections of poetry. The most recent, Grain (Picador, 2009) … Continue reading ‘Now Read On’ by John Glenday
‘Giving up Mirrors’ by Susan Utting
Giving Up Mirrors Like giving up the time (take off your watch, unplug the glowing digits, let the chiming clock run down to silent) there will be things that catch you out. The whole world turns to glass and chrome, plays tricks with darkened screens, with windows day and night, … Continue reading ‘Giving up Mirrors’ by Susan Utting
A poem by Andres Rojas
Curiosity Of us, our eyes cameras by proxy, arms to reach and grasp, a voice to signal all is well or not, or rather was or wasn't fourteen minutes back, distance split by speed plus whatever time a circuit takes to process what is, parse it, make it make sense, or try, … Continue reading A poem by Andres Rojas
A poem by Bethany Pope
The Vixen in the Grass I absorbed something of her, my sister, Something other than blood, As I stood there staring By the side of the road. She took something of me In the breath of her dying; Some strong, invisible force From another world. I promised you a life of … Continue reading A poem by Bethany Pope
‘first the trees, now this’ by Ken Taylor
first the trees, now this shapes of leaves are trying to tell me something different than strata of latin or what might make me itch. they are stanzas to walk around in. the ovals send rumors over opposite walls. darker yellows seek wax. others – the sweet tones of a ’38 epiphone acoustic guitar, … Continue reading ‘first the trees, now this’ by Ken Taylor
A poem by Wendy Klein
A Short Manhattan Lullaby, 1939 after S. Olds I see them tarting themselves up for the party where they’ll meet; she post-divorce from her approved-of Jewish ex, and all set to become a successful playwright. I see her pucker up for the brightest lipstick, slip her feet into lethal stilettos, bat blackened eyelashes in … Continue reading A poem by Wendy Klein
‘Uprooted’ by Alison Brackenbury
Uprooted There was the garden the old ladies had, I used to walk past in the afternoon. Even to think of it revived the day, as if, through rain, a light crept round a room. I could not tell the two of them apart. But they would bend to cyclamen, the heart- shaped leaves, … Continue reading ‘Uprooted’ by Alison Brackenbury
‘Chez Marianne’ by Cliff Yates
In the next apartment the children are quieter, soon they’ll run a bath and one of them will lie in it, moving. She comes out of the bathroom, her hair standing, shaped to a point like an alien. Are you cold? No, I’m airing the towels. That’s a good idea, here, which of … Continue reading ‘Chez Marianne’ by Cliff Yates
‘Her story’ by Abegail Morley
Her story I. Inside where the darkness stops, her bones are soft, pliable, her head half her weight. She curls in the curve of the crescent moon. Week 28, she feels pain. Inhales, exhales; downy hair covers her skin, like his. Waters break. II. Her room’s changed shape, dimension. No longer measured crown to … Continue reading ‘Her story’ by Abegail Morley
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