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Two Poems by Joanna Ingham

November 12, 2020March 24, 2023 ~ And Other Poems

  Mother as a list of locations The path in the park where I said just stop crying, just stop it, JUST STOP IT as I pushed you over the ruts. The slope above the cathedral where I shoved you off my lap so hard you rolled away across the grass. The playground where I … Continue reading Two Poems by Joanna Ingham

‘Oxytocin’ by Betty Doyle

November 10, 2020March 24, 2023 ~ And Other Poems

  It’s like nobody has ever done the dishes together before – on a Wednesday, with all the kitchen lights on and the moon huge, lemon-yellow. The quiet clatter of china meeting in the sink. The low hum of the fridge as its motor clicks in. I love these sounds, their taking place in the … Continue reading ‘Oxytocin’ by Betty Doyle

Two Poems by Karen Leeder

November 8, 2020March 24, 2023 ~ And Other Poems

  Tell-Tale we wake to sunlight in the curtains singing in another room. streets away there’s someone knocking at a door, bringing help, of that we’re sure, or the instruments of grief. but all we see is this: this sliver of glass that tells our slippages, our shifts. the inadvertent millimetres that we are adrift. … Continue reading Two Poems by Karen Leeder

Two Poems by Pat Edwards

November 7, 2020March 24, 2023 ~ And Other Poems

  The Gathering They will assemble in the parliament of the wide awake, gather in the forest clearing. Folding back bed sheets, slipping on clothes from the back of the chair, they will unlock their doors, step out into the early hours’ chill. The speaker will call the meeting to order, invite members to say … Continue reading Two Poems by Pat Edwards

Two poems by Mark Granier

December 21, 2018March 24, 2023 ~ And Other Poems

Elephant Place The elephant housed in a wooden shed on Essex Street. The elephant that belonged to a Mr Wilkins. The elephant that in the early hours of Friday 17th of June, 1681, went up, with its tiny house, in flames. The elephant that you could come and look at: something extraordinary, a walking boulder, … Continue reading Two poems by Mark Granier

Two poems by Chrissy Banks

December 21, 2018March 24, 2023 ~ And Other Poems

At Castle Neroche Along by the birches, into the pine forestthe dog going doolally to be free, rounding up the children,minding his flock in that leafy sphere. It was as if we’d packed all our conflicts into a boatand floated them off somewhere, so we could be here,close in the quiet woods. Snowdrops, pine cones … Continue reading Two poems by Chrissy Banks

Two poems by Roy Marshall

December 14, 2018March 24, 2023 ~ And Other Poems

Trace My fingers walked to the fourth intercostal space. This is where I placed the first gel-backed tab. The next went opposite, across the sternum, on the nipple line. Easy then to make a descending arc, attach the leads until a trace appeared; the heart. Unlike in films when it stopped for good the line … Continue reading Two poems by Roy Marshall

Two poems by Dan Stathers

December 14, 2018March 24, 2023 ~ And Other Poems

Coconut John I recognise the worn teeth of his rattle-clacker against the Waltzer’s siren. No name in lights or thumping decibels, a row of ugly numbskulls sitting cockeyed on sawdust pedestals. The years have whistled him by, the same shock of silver hair, the puckish smile still spoiling for a dirty joke. Looks like we’ve … Continue reading Two poems by Dan Stathers

Two poems by Shauna Robertson

December 7, 2018March 24, 2023 ~ And Other Poems

How To Have Your Baby and Eat It Give birth. When the midwife’s back is turned, carefully snip a fresh hand from its wrist. You deserve it. If someone can pop in with a dish of salsa for dipping, better still. While junior sucks ravenously at the breast, relieve him of a left leg. Rub … Continue reading Two poems by Shauna Robertson

Two poems by David Turner

December 7, 2018March 24, 2023 ~ And Other Poems

Taxis on Old Pye Street I stand - profile toward the wind hoping to mimic your breath on my neck. Cars throw their lights.     Ignored, they shatter on wet concrete. Bleed out over tarmac. As south of the river, clouds are pulled to earth. Sucked into the Heygate’s exposed foundations. The memory of … Continue reading Two poems by David Turner

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