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
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‘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 i’ll skim waves & settle grow fins a while & fly with dolphins (previously unpublished) Reuben Woolley has been published in various magazines including Tears in the Fence, The … Continue reading ‘icarus breathes’ by Reuben Woolley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
Two poems by Pippa Little
Self-Portrait as a Last Meal Me in this found world. Mother and father, horned, pronged, point due north, guards of white meat on a grey plate. Lone glass, all mouth is not my sister. Here murderers wait to eat the clot-dark looming thing I am with its one eye that hides in plain sight, stares … Continue reading Two poems by Pippa Little
‘At the Station’ by Imogen Forster
At the Station For a moment, the sharp smell of roasting coffee is like tobacco, a time when the air in public places floated carcinogenic blue and men in overalls, forebears of the two who are passing me now, would give off a dark industrial reek, as if they were fume-pickled. One of them could … Continue reading ‘At the Station’ by Imogen Forster
Three poems by Carolyn Jess-Cooke
The House of Rest A History of Josephine Butler, feminist and social reformer, 1828-1906 Eva Then you were here real as a wound. They placed you in my arms with such care I thought you a parcel of feathers that might fly away. I stroked your face – Your eyes were midnight blue. Time bended … Continue reading Three poems by Carolyn Jess-Cooke
Two poems by Ali Thurm
Home birth Sun seeps through crab apple blossom and I lie on the sofa exhausted but complete. She’s sleeping next to me wrapped in her blanket. It feels like birthdays when I was a child when the whole day was entirely mine. Newborn The first night he was mostly mouth, a … Continue reading Two poems by Ali Thurm
Three poems by JT Welsch
The Market Thank god, the past is free from commodity, free to occupy more reliable abstractions. O, to be a tourist of one’s own life, a gift shop full of all the things I always deserved as a child: the graphic novel of my Punic Wars. What could they ask that wouldn’t still be cheaper … Continue reading Three poems by JT Welsch
‘Baton’ by Andrea Holland
There is something of rain to you I could say to my brother if anger was bite size and not a baton to be wielded to a plum. I want you to want an available peace, an acquittal of ire, a way out of fiery words, a little less of seizure with tongue, the way … Continue reading ‘Baton’ by Andrea Holland
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