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 … Continue reading Two poems by Ali Thurm
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‘Baton’ by Andrea Holland
There is something of rain to you I could say to my brother if anger was bite size and not a baton to be wielded to a plum. I want you to want an available peace, an acquittal of ire, a way out of fiery words, a little less of seizure with tongue, the way … Continue reading ‘Baton’ by Andrea Holland
‘A confession’ by Mark Robinson
A confession My friends, I left my foot in and I followed through. I ploughed on when pace left me for dead. I pulled out of simple 50:50s. I chose to stand still and became a wall. I ball-watched, took my eye off it. I made bad decisions and thought I saw passes My limbs … Continue reading ‘A confession’ by Mark Robinson
‘The Dark Smoothness of an Old Revolver’ by Catherine Edmunds
Oh, those Audrey Hepburn sunglasses! A man should get drunk now and then out of principle, like those of us here, defeated by life, scorned by the Trouville set. I’m sorry, I seem to have momentarily mislaid my muse, and am therefore inclined towards a certain delicious depravity. It is a little dear here, … Continue reading ‘The Dark Smoothness of an Old Revolver’ by Catherine Edmunds
‘Sugar is people too’ by Adham Smart
Sugar is people too The thief is in my mouth again; he knows how to pick his marks. As I hear his footsteps on my tongue I become a hummingbird-heart of hot-fingered delight, I want him to visit me nights and rob me senseless. Even when I’m having sex I’m thinking about white crystals yawning … Continue reading ‘Sugar is people too’ by Adham Smart
‘Woolf Wrote in Purple Ink’ by Jill Munro
Woolf Wrote in Purple Ink and I do too but did that before I knew and I know it’s kind of childish but I do just like the colour, the way it makes a signature look ─ bold, glamourous & cursive, even when it isn’t ─ and did you know she had a book … Continue reading ‘Woolf Wrote in Purple Ink’ by Jill Munro
Two poems by Laura McKee
rain cows do have best friends and become stressed if they are separated how do they know who their friends are really or if it’s going to rain but still they lie waiting bent at the knees (First published in Obsessed With Pipework, November 2014) A recording of Laura McKee reading 'Rain' … Continue reading Two poems by Laura McKee
Two poems by Maria Taylor
The Landfills of Heaven are clean as icebergs. There are Everests of wedding rings and silver bedsteads that sing like tuning forks. There are green, translucent hills made of empty champagne bottles and crystal flutes waiting for the blue lips of ghosts. There’s a hum marking the perimeter, the low, sustained notes of cello strings, … Continue reading Two poems by Maria Taylor
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