‘Let all the bells of London sing!’ by Nick Sorensen

  Let all the bells of London sing! St Clements, Stepney, Aldgate, Bow Across blue skies your chimes take wing From shade-filled churches far below St Clements, Stepney, Aldgate, Bow Shoreditch peals in chorus calling From shade-filled churches far below Treble down to tenor falling Shoreditch peals in chorus calling Clapper tongues in towers aspiring Treble down to tenor falling Ring full circle Plain Bob … Continue reading ‘Let all the bells of London sing!’ by Nick Sorensen

image of Helen Barff's artwork of a dress she wore to her father's funeral, drawn in graphite dust

‘The Dress’ by Peter O’Grady

  The Dress after The Dress I Wore to my Dad’s Funeral (drawn with fingers in graphite dust) 2017, a drawing by Helen Barff The dress she wore to her father’s funeral hangs on a hook in the shadows, a cowled priest shuffling in cloisters, solitary, bent head contemplating feet, mumbling, mumbling. The dress she wore to her father’s funeral hangs empty in the shadows, … Continue reading ‘The Dress’ by Peter O’Grady

An image of 'Cinerarias' a painting by Frank Brangwyn (1867-1956)

‘Cineraria’ by Maria Isakova Bennett

  Somewhere, near an open window at a time of year full of preparations for a tomorrow, these bustling flowers settle themselves. Each looks up from its place in the shade, spreads excitement. What a gift that you could bring them home: the whole year in your arms — a blue-white memory of snow, an aria for spring in a yellow soprano, the dense velvet … Continue reading ‘Cineraria’ by Maria Isakova Bennett

Two Poems by Richard Skinner

  Quantum Sheep Clouds graze the sky; below, sheep drift gentle over fields, soft mirrors, warm white snow. (Original poem by Valerie Laws) i) white sheep graze below soft sky the warm Clouds drift over snow gentle fields mirrors ii) gentle below over warm Clouds soft sheep drift white mirrors graze the sky snow fields iii) snow below gentle graze the sky over warm fields … Continue reading Two Poems by Richard Skinner

Two Poems by Suzanne Iuppa

    Gweneira The cards flock her windowsill open-mouthed; sing of one hundred years’ turning. She flips the white sheet back with a fairytale number collects family, in groups, spangling the hospital ward. Her blue eyes hold a watery gaze. You’ll have to come and see me. In drifts, she was born. Over the next field, her father had lambing —small new lungs spiked green … Continue reading Two Poems by Suzanne Iuppa