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Two poems by Adam Warne

May 30, 2017March 24, 2023 ~ And Other Poems

  Vandal that dangle by in root nook in Combs Wood beneath the moss a most potent go to fetch more than the size have bumble bees it’s not too late we’re quick we’ll over river to prick fingers     Buckle because light thaws about what hops here beneath a thorny bough of a … Continue reading Two poems by Adam Warne

Two poems by Degna Stone

May 26, 2017March 24, 2023 ~ Rish

Blackface Live Theatre, Newcastle. 3 December 2016 It’s the sucker punch of an actor walking onstage wearing blackface; the roar from the audience as they piss themselves laughing. The vocabulary has shifted but the old problems remain. I was a fool to think that we’d been moving forward when we were only ever standing still. … Continue reading Two poems by Degna Stone

Two poems by Martyn Crucefix

May 16, 2017March 24, 2023 ~ And Other Poems

East-running road for KG You walk out on the east-running road just as far as the field of sunflowers the tarmac bisects where all day south their open faces have pursued the light so to your left they blaze before you while to your right they have turned cold green shoulders but you don’t go … Continue reading Two poems by Martyn Crucefix

Two poems by Sally Douglas

April 21, 2017March 24, 2023 ~ And Other Poems

The Night I See Myself The car is a parcel of breath; the road unrolling like a bolt of black crêpe. I drive like I’m in green-screen and nothing outside is real: all I can see is a false moon crowing at my shoulder, and a curd of light behind the hills where the town … Continue reading Two poems by Sally Douglas

Two poems by Clarissa Aykroyd

April 7, 2017March 24, 2023 ~ And Other Poems

Holmes in Florence ‘…a week later I found myself in Florence, with the certainty that no one in the world knew what had become of me.’ (Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, The Adventure of the Empty House) When I came to Florence it was morning. I stumbled through the hills and lay down on the hard … Continue reading Two poems by Clarissa Aykroyd

Two poems by Kate Noakes

March 24, 2017March 24, 2023 ~ And Other Poems

Salomé in the mirror I find myself calling for your head on a brass platter from Bernese the kind I can make into a table I smile I smile manic       delighted There will be no church or mosaic shrine on the spot where this happens I smile I smile manic     … Continue reading Two poems by Kate Noakes

Two poems by John Challis

February 24, 2017March 24, 2023 ~ And Other Poems

Horses in Upton Park I hadn’t expected the horses, splendid in their yellow smocks and welder’s visors. What they must have thought of us. They lived in stables in the field. In scrapheaps by the motorway, stunted ones, peppered white, wore ornately coloured saddles, were tied to little caravans with cardboard on the windows. Deep … Continue reading Two poems by John Challis

Two poems by Kathy Pimlott

February 10, 2017 ~ And Other Poems

The Rookery Redux The rain collects by drains stopped up with fatbergs from the eateries, in cracks and trips of slabs laid slipshod and craftless. Step carelessly and soak your shoes. Do you belong here? Do you loop grey nets to foil the suck and growl of traffic’s heat? Do you open your windows at … Continue reading Two poems by Kathy Pimlott

Two poems by Richie McCaffery

September 30, 2016September 28, 2016 ~ And Other Poems

The white horse I was born to curses, my hooves headed the wrong way and I know I will die to the sound of blessings the way I was broken with both. So many once believed in me, they all backed me. I was worthy of their faith because I never arrived or ever proved … Continue reading Two poems by Richie McCaffery

Two poems by Dean Atta

September 9, 2016September 9, 2016 ~ And Other Poems

April Evening in Cyprus Your grandfather draws your attention to the news; the story, a black flamingo has landed on the island. An expert on screen explaining it is the opposite of an albino. Too much melanin, he says. Camera pans the salt lake full of pink but the eye is drawn to that one … Continue reading Two poems by Dean Atta

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