Two Poems by Marc Brightside

  Still Wait for 2 a.m. and count to three. Listen for the waveform pulse, a dripping tap, bodies curdling metallic juices. Take a shot. Imagine thunder, jazzmen pounding, horseshoes running into drum kits, every ripple flicking beads away from skin. Wait until it slows. Allow the image to kaleidoscope: steam trains chugging, ancient metronomes, dandelions bending in the breeze, a body going pale, vision … Continue reading Two Poems by Marc Brightside

Two poems by Cynthia Miller

    The last hour on the flight deck Shirt too tight, a splotch of mustard (Hokkein noodles? egg salad?) from lunch eaten somewhere over the Arctic, steady heartbeat of lights blinking circadian rhythms. Already his body is waking up when it shouldn’t be, sun pulling at him from the other side of the world. Tray tables stowed. The good coffee snuck into the galley … Continue reading Two poems by Cynthia Miller

The Barbecue (Royal Wedding, 1981) by Paul Stephenson

Mum was mincing steak when it started with Dad’s panicked shouts. She darted out onto the lawn, freshly Flymoed, to see flames dancing, him charging across the about-to-be- christened patio like a bull in a wipeclean plastic apron of a busty bikinied woman, his legs zig-zagging, his beard ablaze, soon tangled up in bunting. The cold tap wouldn’t gush so he buried his head in … Continue reading The Barbecue (Royal Wedding, 1981) by Paul Stephenson

‘The Unbelievable’ by Victoria Adukwei Bulley

after Martin Carter They enjoy talking in the dark.           They are just voices. With the power cut his voice is air, warm, passing           over her ear – the ear is catching it. They have no obvious bodies,           nor histories to set alight. They are, both of them, black as the breath           of the universe, blank as the space between stars. They are a part           of … Continue reading ‘The Unbelievable’ by Victoria Adukwei Bulley

‘On the lifeside’ by Sepideh Jodeyri

A poem by Sepideh Jodeyri, translated to English by Fereshteh Vaziri Nasab On the lifeside He had a shapely smell, Cruel shapes And stranger-biting eyes It seemed that he craved for my heart I poured sugar for him on the lifeside He ate and didn’t eat The lifeside is huge and high On the lifeside there are silent hands So many That no one desires. … Continue reading ‘On the lifeside’ by Sepideh Jodeyri

Two poems by Polly Atkin

  Imaging We can’t say for certain how long it had been there before we found it, masked by the hulk of the wardrobe, our own poor perception, its creeping rapidity, the weak radiation of winter light – its circular messages breaching the paper that glossed its scribblings over so many blinkered moons. It lived in our midst, clandestine. We slept together. It breathed in … Continue reading Two poems by Polly Atkin