Atrocity To die in a ditch or on a bombed-out Bus on the way to a market You’ll never reach. To have it all ended that easily, Cameras coming afterwards, Expressions of non-joy. You will never inhabit old age, friend. You will never sit in a quiet square Towards evening, hearing … Continue reading A poem by Jonathan Davidson
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‘Chez Marianne’ by Cliff Yates
In the next apartment the children are quieter, soon they’ll run a bath and one of them will lie in it, moving. She comes out of the bathroom, her hair standing, shaped to a point like an alien. Are you cold? No, I’m airing the towels. That’s a good idea, here, which of … Continue reading ‘Chez Marianne’ by Cliff Yates
‘The Moment’ by Julie Mellor
The Moment On the Penistone train derailment, February 1916. When I look up at the seamed sky, the black teeth of girders, the cracks of fresh air, I think this is not an accident, but a moment of refusal, a point I can look on and describe in bricks of words, then knock down again … Continue reading ‘The Moment’ by Julie Mellor
‘The Ferryman’ by Kim Moore
They were waiting on the shore, some with mobiles in their hands, the words they thought they'd have the chance to say sitting round and smooth like stones inside their mouths, some on hands and knees, feeling for spectacles, eyes tight against the sun, not realising the dark had gone, and some sit on chair-shaped … Continue reading ‘The Ferryman’ by Kim Moore
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