‘Scratched Light’ by Raymond Antrobus

for Phoebe Boswell The heart is circled by sorrows and bitter devotion – Derek Walcott Southbank’s Security guards wake anyone sleeping as if they don’t want us to miss who we might bump into like how I bumped into Phoebe today, sat at the tall window, drawing a man called Anwaar. I pull an extra chair and sit next to them and talk about maybe moving … Continue reading ‘Scratched Light’ by Raymond Antrobus

‘The Counterplayer Gazes In and Lives to Play the Tale’ by Dzifa Benson

What is the meaning of Legba’s red baritone saxophone in the Five Spot Café at midnight? On the cliff face of this wet indigo, he is the man who tied water. A trumpet sounds: the prince is in a hurry to dance in the street. Sometimes it sounds like the boom of the earth stretching and yawning. Sometimes it’s as erudite as a tabla. Most … Continue reading ‘The Counterplayer Gazes In and Lives to Play the Tale’ by Dzifa Benson

‘icarus breathes’ by Reuben Woolley

icarus breathes   flight is explosive breaking sound   i trim my wings tight to this body. take it   circling a world. i’ll skim waves & settle grow fins a while & fly with dolphins     (previously unpublished)     Reuben Woolley has been published in various magazines including Tears in the Fence, The Lighthouse Literary Journal, The Interpreter’s House, Domestic Cherry, The Stare’s … Continue reading ‘icarus breathes’ by Reuben Woolley

Two poems by Ali Thurm

Home birth                 Sun seeps through crab apple blossom and I lie on the sofa exhausted but complete. She’s sleeping next to me wrapped in her blanket. It feels like birthdays when I was a child when the whole day was entirely mine.     Newborn                                                         The first night he was mostly mouth, a hole of noise to stopper, a picture book chick beak … Continue reading Two poems by Ali Thurm