Chamuel Lo, though he were in Gethsemane, he was also with me. The thigh bone is strong but, at a certain point, it is like a twig. Even a bird, alighting after a long journey, ruffling its wings in a shiver, could, in shrugging its feathered shoulder, break it. If I told you I had … Continue reading Two poems by Ivy Alvarez
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Two poems by John Siddique
Orpheus as a Child Everything is bright to his eyes. The spaces between the connections of life. Each sound is music, whether it is factory thrum, or spider web vibration. He loves raindrops falling into puddles, tiny ripples, reflected skies. Rocky outcrops and tree silhouettes outlined against the light. The sun reminds him of his … Continue reading Two poems by John Siddique
‘De-Extinction’ by Suzannah Evans
De-Extinction They re-animated the mammoth using ice-age DNA. Its mother was an elephant surrogate and this was hailed as such success that someone suggested we bring back everything we've ever lost and so the dwindling glaciers renewed themselves in the valleys like the puckered skin of scars and the return of archaeopteryx became a worry … Continue reading ‘De-Extinction’ by Suzannah Evans
‘Bonjour Tristesse’ by Roy Marshall
Draw the blind on roofs of vein-blue lead. Your heart will beat through spine, chest, nipple and neck, send dream down your vertebrae. Sleep, as morning sun founds an empire of shadow around the fountains of the Tuileries, a tide of shutters recede from patisseries, the canary’s eyes blink open on the balcony, a … Continue reading ‘Bonjour Tristesse’ by Roy Marshall
‘Teahouse on the Hill, Lincoln’ by Terry Quinn
Teahouse on the Hill, Lincoln What with the excitement of an extra scone it completely slipped my mind to tell you the waitress had told me the décor was changed in March actually she said stripped with a degree of enthusiasm that would have the girls giggling so it was lucky they weren’t there when … Continue reading ‘Teahouse on the Hill, Lincoln’ by Terry Quinn
‘Wordslast’ by Stephen Daniels
Wordslast Now she shouted shutwindow Shutwindow now she shouted So I said windowshut Windowshut I said so Opendoor now please come in I said I said Please come in now opendoor Dooropen now she screamed at me Now at me she screamed dooropen Lockedgate She demanded now She demanded lockedgate now I replied gatelocked now … Continue reading ‘Wordslast’ by Stephen Daniels
‘What my grandfather sees at 90’ by Catherine Ayres
What my grandfather sees at 90 Dawn in the boiler’s long sigh A misdirected piss in warm toes A broken cup in the taste of salt A daughter’s face in softness under his palms The afternoon sliced by a clock Donna’s smile in the smell of Silk Cut Forgotten shoes in a slap from the … Continue reading ‘What my grandfather sees at 90’ by Catherine Ayres
Three poems by Andrew Sclater
Nursery Rhyme Don’t talk to Mother, she is feeding your brother. Don’t talk to Mother, or else she will smother you. Don’t talk to Father, either. You are NOT to bother Father– he is at work. Run along. Stop lurking now DO what I say. DON’T answer back. Put on your shoe. There are places … Continue reading Three poems by Andrew Sclater
Two poems by Andrew F Giles
A battlefield of lovers I love authority & it loves me: my slippery womb, come soon with your jovial control - it’s my choice & even my words seem spoken by my own voice. I pitch my battle from left to right & get a hot lunch - a serpent on a plate, eating its … Continue reading Two poems by Andrew F Giles
Two poems by Olivia Dawson
Legacy He leaves a threadbare rug laid out for me like an invitation. Cold stubble under my toes I feel the patterns mapped out by his feet and step into them like snowshoes to carry me over the deepest drifts. (Commended in Second Light’s Poetry Competition 2013 and published in ARTEMISpoetry November 2013) … Continue reading Two poems by Olivia Dawson
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