Extract from a sequence by Greg Gilbert

    Perfection B.C. (Before Cancer): SATURDAY, 1ST AUGUST Graceful necks of wilting gold, Dry grass sleeps upon the breeze; My daughters fine white hair, Like cotton thread, lifts, A cube of hissing morning Bleeding through us. In this field I invented summer When I was cotton like her, And from here all ensuing summers broke, Perfected in her warmth. ______________   Mortality A.D. (After … Continue reading Extract from a sequence by Greg Gilbert

Two poems by Tristram Fane Saunders

    Poem in which there are hooves Greg, gently mashing the keys of a Steinway. Or Greg, brow furrowed, struggling to grasp a toothbrush, album, cup. Now Greg in bed: listen for the unconsolable clop that comes each night before his prayers. Unhappy Greg, remembering the touch of things, people. His mother’s face. Has he not suffered? Has he not served his time? Then … Continue reading Two poems by Tristram Fane Saunders

Two poems by Yvonne Reddick

    Translating Mountains from the Gaelic A pebble on the tongue – my clumsy mouth stumbles their meanings: I mumble Beinn Laoghail to Ben Loyal, Beinn Uais to Ben Wyvis, humble Beinn Artair from King Arthur’s Hill to The Cobbler – turn Bod an Deamhain from Demon’s Penis to Devil’s Point, stammer on An Teallach with its rearing anvils and arduous spelling, my throat … Continue reading Two poems by Yvonne Reddick

Two poems by Jim Pascual Agustin

    Just This One   Art. 33. No protected person may be punished for an offence he or she has not personally committed. Collective penalties and likewise all measures of intimidation or of terrorism are prohibited. The Fourth Geneva Convention When someone says “Think about the bigger picture,” I hide. My life has the legs of an ant. I find the resilience of pebbles … Continue reading Two poems by Jim Pascual Agustin