Willard Wigan His miniature sculptures are like “passing a pin through a bubble without bursting it.” - Willard Wigan & “Ant-eye level art” - Maev Kennedy – Guardian 13.04.00 It can be like balancing an ocean liner on a granule of sugar. It’s like passing a pin through a bubble without bursting it. Well … Continue reading ‘Willard Wigan’ by Mat Riches
Category: Poetry
‘Initiation’ by Niall Firth
Initiation It’s 5pm and now, yes, the light is just right to catch the hubcaps, a shivery ginger glow spreading across the stubble to strike our Fiat at a lover's angle, like it did the Passat before it, the Saab from ‘98, right back to that Capri, sitting rakish, when this field was mantis-green with … Continue reading ‘Initiation’ by Niall Firth
‘Ogre’s Burrito’ by Jane Burn
Ogre's Burrito Parcelled in linen, a crack of smudged eye opens. Under-sheet in a claustrophobe, arms pinned, I am an ogre’s burrito. A salt-sweat salsa of the nights inappropriate dreaming stains me, soaks the bedding. Sour. I can smell myself – I feel basted, the musk of arousal as I split my welded legs apart. … Continue reading ‘Ogre’s Burrito’ by Jane Burn
‘silent summer’ by Robert Harper
silent summer the door slams shut / she’s gone at last / at last she’s gone / to school & / summer’s done // summer is done // and silence falls / it falls on the silence / that was there before // before she went / before she’d sit / alone she’d sit // … Continue reading ‘silent summer’ by Robert Harper
Two poems by Gill McEvoy
Derek Jarman’s Film “Blue” His silence now is blue. As if an artist drew a laden brush of paint from alder buds to reeds his mind and mouth and tongue are flushed by blue: the low-slung sky, the feathered seeds, the brook like navy slate beneath a moon, the tassels of phalaris plumes fused with … Continue reading Two poems by Gill McEvoy
Two poems by Kaddy Benyon
The Blue Hour This intense, clear pristine blue that in any other mind could be turquoise, aqua, a warm clear sea around a Grecian isle. Here, lodged just under the arctic, where temperatures quiver between untouched and ruined, this particular blue is of loss, absence; of warped and distorted reflection. This blue: my unasked for … Continue reading Two poems by Kaddy Benyon
Two poems by Sally Evans
Seeds I go outside to my hens, while fifty miles away thin men in Edinburgh are feeding birds. They are always thin, and the birds crowd round, starlings, pigeons, spugs, vying for crumbs of love and humanity, on the bleak squares, the paving where they are tutted at, both birds and men, by hurried passers-by. … Continue reading Two poems by Sally Evans
‘icarus breathes’ by Reuben Woolley
icarus breathes flight is explosive breaking sound i trim my wings tight to this body. take it circling a world. i’ll skim waves & settle grow fins a while & fly with dolphins (previously unpublished) Reuben Woolley has been published in various magazines including Tears in the Fence, The … Continue reading ‘icarus breathes’ by Reuben Woolley
Two poems by Marion Tracy
Two poems from Dreaming of Our Better Selves Circular Breathing I’m looking up rebirthing online, how to do it best and I bump into a man with a beard on You Tube. He’s breathing in circles demonstrating how to do it, like a prince in a fairy tale trying so hard to be the best … Continue reading Two poems by Marion Tracy
‘Churchyard’ by Sue Hubbard
Churchyard Maybe this wind knows something we don’t, daddy; a secret it hugs close and won’t share as it blows across the village churchyard and the vicar firms the edge of the freshly dug hole with her wellington boot, opens the labelled canister and tips you in. It’s the plastic Evian bottle that throws … Continue reading ‘Churchyard’ by Sue Hubbard
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