When Your Name's Not Smith While he writes I imagine taking his form and folding it into a paper boat, perhaps filling his letter tray with water from the cooler to see if the boat floats or sinks, if ink will seep from paper to water and colour it. Family legend has it that some … Continue reading Two poems by Emma Lee
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Two poems by Julia Webb
Radio Nights I slide down deep beneath the covers output may be subject to further interruptions on the subject of snow turn dials by torchlight prop the heavy radio knobs for eyes, large square battery for heart on bent knees the nylon sheet crackles with static imagine Luxembourg as a party shape at the far … Continue reading Two poems by Julia Webb
Two poems by Peter Raynard
Redefining Progress The land man’s drone hovers over his slavering selection of pigs before their poke. The trough is a circle of pink arses - like a ring of buffet prawns - snuffling at the feed, the filth of mud-stuck trotters in a competition of grunts & steam. My father wedges his pale pink difference … Continue reading Two poems by Peter Raynard
Three poems by Tom Sastry
Normalisation It’s like the old days; a fortnight’s needs in tins under the stairs. The crisis, like the weather is changeable. Some days the shops are full, the power constant. Some days the streets are calm. The news is still earnest nothings, outrage, sport and gossip. They haven’t yet asked for your passwords. The leaves … Continue reading Three poems by Tom Sastry
Three poems by Suzannah Evans
Three poems from Near Future Summer with Robobees Those long evenings they giddied in the warm wealth of the oilseed rapefields humidity sensors estimating approaching storms * We picnicked on the lawn in July – shuttlecocks pinged distantly our scones and jam unbothered by the robobees their algorithms danced them between marigolds * Sometimes they … Continue reading Three poems by Suzannah Evans
Three poems by Wendy Pratt
October 4th 2003 Our future is a free flying kite or a gull or a scarf on the wind. I bend gracefully to thank and smile, thank and smile; a ballerina in a music box. That night I unpin my hair, in a ritual undressing, a re-virgining of my whole self, it seems absolutely right … Continue reading Three poems by Wendy Pratt
Two poems by Kevin Cahill
Returning ‘You say I am repeating something I have said before… I shall say it again. This is the spring time but not in time’s covenant.’ – T.S. Eliot, East Coker/Little Gidding One afternoon I woke up words no one uses now: When Flora had ourfret the firth, in May of every moneth queen, when … Continue reading Two poems by Kevin Cahill
Three poems by Ginny Saunders
Without Trying Although without trying we are in step in the sunken lane I walk with the green-veined butterfly and you are alone at my side. My friend flies ahead, explores wild honeysuckle but returns and circles us like a sheepdog sensing a stray. You stare at the ground. Without realising I’ve stopped remarking on … Continue reading Three poems by Ginny Saunders
Two poems by Kathy Pimlott
As You Are 90, I Must Be 65 There’s something wrong with the guttering: it could be nests. When it rains cataracts drown the geraniums. This is one problem. Another is the rockery, overrun by Creeping Jenny and saplings which would become a forest left to their own devices. Someone stole the lilies-of-the-valley, and the … Continue reading Two poems by Kathy Pimlott
Three poems by Roy McFarlane
Conversation Nina Simone playing in the background of a Café. Rasta: Write it bloody and true, write the Passion of Black, write the psalms of a people, write the jazz, write the gospels, write it plain, write the protest songs from cover to cover. Illuminate the pages with love. Writer: How do you write about … Continue reading Three poems by Roy McFarlane
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