The People We Meet In Dreams The man from the town centre post office bangs your door in a ruby cape mouthing the whereabouts of The Prowler, and then is gone, down to the shudder of the village stream, where they are all scattered on the brink of a public hanging. Not that you are … Continue reading ‘The People We Meet in Dreams’ by Miranda Yates
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Two poems by Maurice Devitt
First Days of Winter Trees blue and leafless, a doily of frost forms on the front lawn, first peelings of ice on pathways, winter coats stiff and reluctant. Words, chipped from frozen thoughts, disappear in a blur of breath, as movements slow and bony fingers burrow into gloves. Shoes, now too big for curled … Continue reading Two poems by Maurice Devitt
Two poems by Stephen Payne
Dyslexia A hard thing to explain to an eight year old. How to lift from everything we know a clutch of truths by which he’ll be consoled. I keep to what it doesn’t mean, name the famous cases. Hard to answer no when he asks quietly, Are you the same? (from The Probabilities … Continue reading Two poems by Stephen Payne
‘In a disused game-keeper’s hut’ by Rebecca Gethin
In a disused game-keeper’s hut A stream dashes past in a deep cleft. From inside, all you hear is the waterfall. Dark as the garden at night, a mesh covers the grimy window. No-one will guess. She sweeps the dust, runs outside to gasp. It settles back like the things she’s heard said. She pokes … Continue reading ‘In a disused game-keeper’s hut’ by Rebecca Gethin
Three poems by Stephen Bone
Pedicurist Textbook arches to calloused toes gnarled as root ginger come my way - scholar of the lotus foot, the hennaed sole - to be soaked in basins of salted water. Pumiced, clipped; anointed with lavender or bergamot. My head bowed low to my work. A connoisseur; hands awake to each detail. Come bedtime, … Continue reading Three poems by Stephen Bone
‘Internet Shopping’ by Jacqueline Saphra
Uncle Ted and I are window-shopping on the internet. I say there's nothing you can't buy remotely and suggest Costco, send him the link. I tell him that the padding’s good, point out it's comforting and solid; for him, only the best. He sends me a link to Amazon: a pine affair, plain … Continue reading ‘Internet Shopping’ by Jacqueline Saphra