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

Two Poems by Liz Lefroy

    Beethoven Haus, Bonn His home is as his mother might’ve kept it – tidied up, waiting. House of a thousand notes and sorrows, he’s already left. He’ll not be back from Vienna this time, and she’s long dead. We find it serious – oil portraits, creaking boards, shuttered windows, facsimile scores behind glass, instruments in cabinets, the Hammerklavier locked up. Here’s his viola … Continue reading Two Poems by Liz Lefroy

the image is of a faded hydrangea

Two Poems by Purabi Bhattacharya

    Then I was not the antagonist in your fiction   Pine needles. The hill breeze. Take me home. It is winter and this has been a while. This silly disorder- nostalgia   On a plateau purple peppered, mountain harebell stare; I remember brushing with my finger on a canvas as catholic as the sky a dreamland underneath the blue, punctuated by flocks of … Continue reading Two Poems by Purabi Bhattacharya