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 heathers, which promised so well, have disappeared. The … Continue reading Two poems by Kathy Pimlott
Three poems from The AQI (smith|doorstop 2018) Smog I don’t have long to write so let me tell you that today’s smog is so thick that I’ve sat inside with a headache, wearing a face-mask next to an air purifier, that the recorded figures are double the hazardous limit, that these measurements are probably a generous estimate, that I’m sitting within my … Continue reading Three poems by David Tait
Letter to the Last Megafauna My friends, you wouldn’t like it here, moss squelching underfoot, lean drizzle tickling your rivulets, bare trees. We’d give you names like Babar, Dumbo, Topsy, then shackle your legs for safety (ours), parade you in a car for entertainment (ours). Everywhere we go (archaeology shows) the giants disappear – save you, the last of the mammoths, eyelid creased … Continue reading Two poems by Robert Peake
This Way or That peregrine falcons dived round our heads that time we climbed Snowdon my mother’s voice from the middle of the night Remember to feed your father in the kitchen – sleep well her voice comes in and out and I thought this is how … Continue reading Two poems by Wendy French
Nobody told me I would become a beast during labour four fingers open, a horse measured in hands. I whinnied and brayed but no-one understood – they tacked me up anyway and let me shit on the floor. When my legs buckled they walked round me, tidied the stalls, talked among themselves, indifferent to my cries. They packed me into a truck but … Continue reading ‘Foaling’ by Rachel Bower
You tell me to leave it on, in case a culprit cuts a portal in the window, grows a shadow on our landing. So I blast it to ten, & the six o’clock cracks the walls with a quake in China, a ring of dealers sewing cocaine into hems, a passenger plane leaving black crumbs over the Andaman. These scenes render themselves to … Continue reading ‘TV’ by Simon Costello
One Whenever I find myself In a strange city I imagine I have found My new home And must find A way To live here Twenty-Four My life shrinks I will share All with you Forty-Eight This girl snagged The handsomer twin You once coveted They are living Now in Paris Where she suffers A treatment nearly … Continue reading Five poems by Dan O’Brien
Morning Song An open-windowed church-belled morning chimes of loss and mine; water pipes sing, and I bring back to bed a blue enamel pot of hot coffee, as silk as the slide of skin on sheets, and rough hot bread warmed in an oven kept in overnight and bite into a grape and lazy eyed the women I have been no longer fight … Continue reading Two poems by Deborah Alma
Rain on the Conservatory Roof First it rains, then it stops, then it rains again. The blackbird hops on the lawn with its keen eye, looking to be fed. The wind chimes chime by the door, the clocks tick in the clock-emptied house and though the furniture’s gone, its ghosts are here: the drawers still full of her things, the bed with the … Continue reading Three poems by Cliff Yates
But now I have put away the pepper and dirt and have a mouth all full of big yellow teeth when I was banished I spoke like the banished my, my, my, gardenia and gladioli now it rains, rains and rains like wheat in a wreath * lingers his hyacinth picking up what i put down enchant someone’s little blue husband in the … Continue reading From a Lyric Sequence by Cat Woodward
