Red Rose City Red bricks, blushing redder at sunset. Red as flesh held tight. Not rock, but pressed roses. We lean close and smell the sun fermenting inside each brick. This is how summers have grown to house us. * They say the light held within these bricks is older than … Continue reading ‘Red Rose City’ by Rosie Breese
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‘Plotkin’s cat’ by Colin Will
Plotkin's cat The neighbour’s cat gave birth under our bed. As good a place as any, we thought, in the old empty suitcase father brought home after the war. Four black-and-white smudged kittens wriggled blindly in a smell of birth. We wanted to pet them, my brother and I, and I remember a hand, his … Continue reading ‘Plotkin’s cat’ by Colin Will
A poem by Bill Doan
Despite Contact Despite contact no bond was made from the heat of your beer soured breath as you whispered a threat no one else could hear Despite contact no bond was made by the grip of your muscular hands on my cotton pajamas as you yank me from sleep pajamas tearing from my body … Continue reading A poem by Bill Doan
A poem by Katrina Naomi
Lunchtime Recital, with Animals It wasn’t just the elephant in the Chamber of Deptford Town Hall, there were three brown horses too. None of us noticed, at first, as we studied the pianist’s fierce contemplation, how she scorched the score with her gaze; as we studied the violinists’ lumpy cheeks, as if each suffered … Continue reading A poem by Katrina Naomi
Three poems by Kate Noakes
Fête de la musique A capella on the metro Maria hesi- tates into song, her voice broken; she eases her throat open till the notes come clean and clear as wind over ice-fields; she melts ipods, floods the carriage with pure sound, drowns station announcers, and overwhelms the under-breath hymns of my neighbour. I … Continue reading Three poems by Kate Noakes
‘R x’ a poem by Hannah Lowe
R x R and me take up for “time being”. We’re a strange pair, him gawky and bright as a dewed hedgehog, I arrive everywhere in clinging primaries and haze of Amarige. All this talking talking. His wire glasses multiply the kind sparks of his eyes, he notes my glitter polish, says he wears … Continue reading ‘R x’ a poem by Hannah Lowe
A poem by Andrew F Giles
Monsoon Then - as diamonds - stratospherical broadcasts, cast out live across the sea. His homeland glinted, dressed up in bijouterie, but - held to the light - the faultlines of el último respiro. Breathed in, the elements became fast, masters of magical acts: somehow, on a back street of history - blockaded, … Continue reading A poem by Andrew F Giles
‘The Oldest Paperboy in the World and Me’ by Ian McMillan
The Oldest Paperboy in the World and Me Our paths cross in the tight dark And his sack reflects the streetlight And he nods and I nod And his sack is emptier than the past And his sack is emptier than the future And his sack is all there is. Our paths diverge in the … Continue reading ‘The Oldest Paperboy in the World and Me’ by Ian McMillan
A poem by Siegfried Baber
The Law of the Playground We've all done it: crossed our hearts, hoped to die, and asked for needles in our eyes if what we were saying turned out to be a pack of lies. And here you are, standing in the dock accused of arson: fingerprints on a jerry-can, a book of matches, … Continue reading A poem by Siegfried Baber
A poem by Tom Wiggins
Bookshop A friend once said, 'You won't find a girl with a sounder mind than in a bookshop.' So I started at G, leafing through books and drawing some sense from the space that they left. It may have been restlessness that took me to M via "L" so soon, but I paced the … Continue reading A poem by Tom Wiggins
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