Two poems by Brian Johnstone

  Gable Long gone, those derelict tenements, half-demolished, a row of parlour walls stacked up like sample cards for someone’s granny’s wallpaper. Their slivers, flapping in the wind, goodbyes. Unlaid, their fires all died, burned shadow black into the grates that stamped each wall with absence, empty as some broken jug which stood once – held the milk, some flowers, loose change for the meter, … Continue reading Two poems by Brian Johnstone