‘A Lady Cyclist Learns to Cycle (England, 1917)’ by Jonathan Davidson

    They led it round the garden and yard on a long rein. They fed it oil. It was black as my jet black boots, heavy as a gate. It ticked, shone. Climbing on it, I felt it shy, lunge beneath me, clatter to earth. They held me up, the men, laughing, shouldered me round, gentlemanly. The guns of Passchendaele bellowed. The men held … Continue reading ‘A Lady Cyclist Learns to Cycle (England, 1917)’ by Jonathan Davidson

‘The Oldest Paperboy in the World and Me’ by Ian McMillan

The Oldest Paperboy in the World and Me Our paths cross in the tight dark And his sack reflects the streetlight And he nods and I nod And his sack is emptier than the past And his sack is emptier than the future And his sack is all there is. Our paths diverge in the clenched dark And his sack swings like a pub sign … Continue reading ‘The Oldest Paperboy in the World and Me’ by Ian McMillan

‘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 rocks, as if they can still feel the shunt of … Continue reading ‘The Ferryman’ by Kim Moore