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‘The Trauma’ by Eve Ellis

January 5, 2021March 24, 2023 ~ And Other Poems

  Some nights, home by myself, I watch The Trauma on TV. I don’t even watch it, really, just leave it on in the background as I put away dishes, spray the countertop, wipe down the edges of things. At the end of each evening, I tell myself, it's not a good movie. The sloppy … Continue reading ‘The Trauma’ by Eve Ellis

Two Poems by Jessica Mookherjee

January 3, 2021March 24, 2023 ~ And Other Poems

  Mother Tongue after Laforgue I dreamed I lived in a palace with billowing sheets, pages, moon empty, I asked if this was real. I searched each vacant room with tears and panic, in the corner the moon sat with her sad face saying I was talking nonsense. She said be careful those books can … Continue reading Two Poems by Jessica Mookherjee

Two Poems by Alexandra Citron

December 31, 2020March 24, 2023 ~ And Other Poems

  Remedy against new hatreds and the common cold Once I was simply apple. Crisp, a little tart, depending on the dispensation of the sun and that year’s rain. But now I am all onion, unpeeling new layers of disbelief, unravelling fresh rage until I am just raw skin and exposed nerves. Invective seeps from … Continue reading Two Poems by Alexandra Citron

Two Poems by Ramona Herdman

December 29, 2020March 24, 2023 ~ And Other Poems

  Night heart You’re late. I glum in the dim. Home on my own. Night-rain on the roof. You’re later. I fume and feed my sulk’s fire with little broken sticks of your thoughtlessness. Hours go on and my unanswered texts get less brusque, more hysteric. I get littler in this big bed. My sulk … Continue reading Two Poems by Ramona Herdman

‘The Dress’ by Peter O’Grady

December 27, 2020March 24, 2023 ~ And Other Poems

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 … Continue reading ‘The Dress’ by Peter O’Grady

‘Cineraria’ by Maria Isakova Bennett

December 24, 2020March 24, 2023 ~ And Other Poems

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 … Continue reading ‘Cineraria’ by Maria Isakova Bennett

Two Poems by Richard Skinner

December 22, 2020March 24, 2023 ~ And Other Poems

  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 … Continue reading Two Poems by Richard Skinner

Two Poems by Suzanne Iuppa

December 20, 2020March 24, 2023 ~ And Other Poems

    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 … Continue reading Two Poems by Suzanne Iuppa

‘The Sandstorm in the Locket’ by Christopher James

December 19, 2020March 24, 2023 ~ And Other Poems

    It opened with a gasp, as if it had been holding its breath. Hot to the touch, it was a silver keepsake; a swollen tear my grandfather kept close to his chest in the Western Desert. The clasp undone, I felt a blast of heat, grit in my eye, then all the sand … Continue reading ‘The Sandstorm in the Locket’ by Christopher James

Two Poems by Rosie Miles

December 17, 2020March 24, 2023 ~ And Other Poems

    Bench for Kate Etheridge Every now and then I sit for a while with your wood and grain and bole. I place my finger in the words that say this was from all of us and think about the pulse that thumped your head until no one could take away the pain. You’ve … Continue reading Two Poems by Rosie Miles

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