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Four poems by David Tait

February 14, 2016September 17, 2018 ~ And Other Poems

    Talisman I don’t need an amulet around my neck, don’t need a jade bracelet upon my wrist, a twist of string, blessed around my shin. I don’t need onions or jasmine above my door, don’t need to live on the eighth floor of this apartment complex, could take the fourth bed on any … Continue reading Four poems by David Tait

Two poems by Peter Daniels

January 29, 2016 ~ And Other Poems

Regulars Tonight we go through to the small back room hung with wrestling posters, plastic vegetables and salami. It's cosy here, warm at least, away from the street. Nearer the kitchen, source of heat, food and argument; nearer the toilets. Catch a lime-scented disinfectant that sanctifies the smell of drains. Up there on a ceiling … Continue reading Two poems by Peter Daniels

Two poems by Emily Blewitt

January 26, 2016February 15, 2018 ~ And Other Poems

    This Is Not a Rescue I want to tell you it will not be as you expect. For years you have hammered in stakes, handed men the rope and said consume me with fire. Most have run – one does not burn a witch lightly. This one is water. He’ll unbind you, take … Continue reading Two poems by Emily Blewitt

Two poems by Aki Schilz

January 22, 2016February 26, 2018 ~ And Other Poems

    The Fall I have clasped your edges so hard they leave grooves in my palms, deep as the grooves of horse-reins beneath the bridges on towpaths wasted with bracken and buddleia. These, and mine, cut across lifelines: a geometric interruption. * I cannot document dropping you on a sunlit day, startled by the … Continue reading Two poems by Aki Schilz

‘Stand in the Light’ by Elizabeth Rimmer

January 15, 2016January 16, 2017 ~ And Other Poems

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

Two poems by Mark Totterdell

January 5, 2016 ~ And Other Poems

Leaf Obeying its dynamics, one leaf falls, more side-to-side than down, in front of me. A memory; each leaf you catch, you earn one day of good luck in the coming year. Instinctively, my right hand snatches, misses, my left hand snaps, grabs it the second go. It’s like a paper heart, the palest yellow … Continue reading Two poems by Mark Totterdell

Two poems by Daniel Sluman

December 8, 2015 ~ And Other Poems

Two poems from the terrible (Nine Arches Press)   feeding the bed we haggle & haul each piece of furniture into the house         throwing the songs from our past into the fire         they crack like potassium at the foot of the bed with the fake lashes & … Continue reading Two poems by Daniel Sluman

‘Sibling Love’ by Kate Hendry

November 24, 2015November 24, 2015 ~ And Other Poems

Sibling Love It's always when my back is turned. I'm at my desk – a hollow thump, palm on back, her echoing rib cage. I turn, grab my son's arms. I want him to confess. 'It was an accident,' he pleads. Always too late. I drag him down the hall, he's not yet dressed. 'I … Continue reading ‘Sibling Love’ by Kate Hendry

‘The poet in Samos’ by Richard Gwyn

October 30, 2015October 30, 2015 ~ And Other Poems

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

Two poems by Colin Will

September 25, 2015 ~ And Other Poems

Blame Dr Beeching Trains no longer ran on the branch line at the end of our road, and the station had burned down years before. So your threat to throw yourself off the footbridge was a gin-inspired gesture even I saw through. It was true, that after months of trying, I had given up on … Continue reading Two poems by Colin Will

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