Stand in the Light Stand in the light. Allow the wild things to creep out of the shadows. Welcome them all, the wet bedraggled things, the ones all spit and claws, the one who weeps and hangs its head, the one who stares, and says ‘Make me.’ Stand in the light. They are yours, washed … Continue reading ‘Stand in the Light’ by Elizabeth Rimmer
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‘The poet in Samos’ by Richard Gwyn
The poet in Samos Here are the things you left behind: an old bus ticket to a place with an illegible name, a stack of government files from distinct regimes, a pile of rocks, a copy of Cavafy, well-thumbed. I don’t know how many meals you ate here, by the seaward window. I don’t know … Continue reading ‘The poet in Samos’ by Richard Gwyn
‘Window, Honley’ by Niall Campbell
Window, Honley by Niall Campbell The village bell’s been broken for a month, sounding a flat, wrecked chime to the main hour; the clapper between its iron walls sung out, so I’ll ask what time matters anyway: just light, less light, and dark; the going off of milk or love; our tides claimed back: … Continue reading ‘Window, Honley’ by Niall Campbell
‘The Worst Journey in the World’ by Clarissa Aykroyd
The Worst Journey in the World We have not yet passed the dip in the track. We have passed Earls Court. At Earls Court we sat for ten minutes and I read The Worst Journey in the World. Apsley Cherry-Garrard was reminded by an ice slope (or an argument or a penguin) of the … Continue reading ‘The Worst Journey in the World’ by Clarissa Aykroyd
A poem by Kenneth Keating
Rhizome a plateau in the milieu climaxless one long plateau many long plateaux tray-pan-bed trays-pans-beds tray-pan-beds subterranean stem multiplicities without end infinite infinite plateaux interlude intermezzo subterranean plateau climaxless tray-pan-beds infinite subterranean interludes stem without end milieu without end tray/pan/bed one long plateau climaxless stem multiplicities subterranean intermezzo intermezzo infinite subterranean interlude without end … Continue reading A poem by Kenneth Keating
Two poems by Hilaire
The Pianist The pianist knows about knuckles. He knows about stones, about pebbles. He knows how to carry his bulk, how to move across shingle as if nothing could buckle his tread. Rings glint on three fingers; enough to stop questions or chip a tooth. The pianist’s suit is sharp, single-breasted; somewhere between charcoal … Continue reading Two poems by Hilaire
A poem by David Pollard
Vincent van Gogh (1853-90) [With Bandaged Ear, Oil on Canvas, 1889, Courtauld Institute, London] The blue is in the eyes last white of seeing only no other world but those harsh swirls and me weighed down with all the long history of paint’s flight into the way the blood’s aorta … Continue reading A poem by David Pollard
A poem by Amy Ekins
We’ll stick a pin in it Cushion me, JK USA. Cougars with push-pin tattoos on crepe-paper cleavage, towns with train-track vowels, rolling and lazy, sun catching at the back. Polka-dot petticoats, stuck like pie ooze on the drop-bottom tin, cast across an inner-elbow laced with purple jelly, jammed on the door, or six weeks … Continue reading A poem by Amy Ekins
Two poems by Claire Dyer
French Lessons I started talking to the cats in French today, because the silence in the house is astonishing. Not like the gone-out-back-soon quiet of before but something that’s yellow and flat and has no doors in it. And your keys are gone from the shelf in the hall, the fridge has begun to … Continue reading Two poems by Claire Dyer
‘Falling down, falling down’ by Alison Brackenbury
Falling down, falling down If I ate no cake, if I ate two cakes, if I lingered by biscuits, disdained cauliflower, if I had not turned my face to the sun if the man had not rushed from the petrol station dodging before me, like you, a dancer, if I had glanced down- Is that … Continue reading ‘Falling down, falling down’ by Alison Brackenbury
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