Three poems by Geraldine Clarkson

      UNDERLAND (after that man ‘Lewis’) Towards winter solstice, Alice can no longer cope with groping down blind alleys, being groped by creatures she doesn’t comprehend, in places obscure to her. She has issues with size, this human yoyo, no permanence and issues between her thighs, no liniments. No malice. Just a sweet intrinsic no to everything. A refusal to go along. This … Continue reading Three poems by Geraldine Clarkson

‘February’ by Tim Dooley

    We walked back and forth from the library, preparing for some high leap: sunlight catching the tallest spume of the shopping centre fountain. Something we owe to the past made our elders stand, kneel and then sit in buildings warmed by a hope for something better. That monogrammed leather trunk we use to keep the dresses you can’t throw away came ahead of … Continue reading ‘February’ by Tim Dooley

Deathflake by Paul Stephenson

    (Deathflake was previously published in Under the Radar magazine).   Paul Stephenson was one of the winners of the 2014/15 Poetry Business Book and Pamphlet competition. His first pamphlet will be published by Smith Doorstop in May. He was previously a Jerwood/Arvon mentee in 2013/14, and in 2012 won second prize in the Troubadour International poetry competition. Originally from Cambridge, he currently lives … Continue reading Deathflake by Paul Stephenson

Three poems by Yvonne Green

Jews (I.M. of Czesław Miłosz) We’re neither poems for you to fetishise Nor emblems of the murdered of the twentieth century, We don’t hold all possibilities in our Talmudic minds Live burdened with the grief you want us to. We’re not the monsters of the Middle East, The devils of the diaspora, nor do we know The selves we recognise in one another. We’re in … Continue reading Three poems by Yvonne Green

‘Rendezvous’ by Carole Bromley

  Rendezvous after Dennis O’Driscoll I am in Stonegate expecting to meet you at 4 You are in The Shambles expecting to meet me at 4 I have shopping bags that lengthen my arms you have Jonathan on your shoulders It’s Christmas and I’m Dreaming blasts out from Ye Olde Starre Inn In Giovanni’s doorway a busker sings Jingle Bells flat cap at his feet … Continue reading ‘Rendezvous’ by Carole Bromley