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Tag: The Complete Works III

‘High Society’ by Ian Humphreys

June 16, 2017March 24, 2023 ~ Rish

Inside the camphorwood chest – forgotten treasure: a pair of leather cowboy boots with metal toe caps. How they shone. As loud, proud and polished as the men they sparked a trail through. Three decades of dust can’t hide the cracks. A genie-rub conjures up swirls of dry ice, the wink of the glitter ball, … Continue reading ‘High Society’ by Ian Humphreys

Two poems by Momtaza Mehri

June 9, 2017March 24, 2023 ~ Rish

Bars Bars Bars how it was is half the fun. half the story. the grit underneath nails.  the last bit of meat left on the bone. a clinging of years. yaa the years. softening like plastic. hoarded in narrowing closets in the coldest of spare rooms. mothball mama. all the how it could have beens. … Continue reading Two poems by Momtaza Mehri

‘The Outing’ by Yomi Sode

June 2, 2017March 24, 2023 ~ Rish

Onlookers witnessed your wrath that night how your fist rose to the heavens, striking down as if Ṣango[1] lived within you. Thirty going on thirty-one. I wasn’t sure what to say. I’ve never been here. The papers described him as tall. They said his neck broke before he landed as if his body was a … Continue reading ‘The Outing’ by Yomi Sode

Two poems by Degna Stone

May 26, 2017March 24, 2023 ~ Rish

Blackface Live Theatre, Newcastle. 3 December 2016 It’s the sucker punch of an actor walking onstage wearing blackface; the roar from the audience as they piss themselves laughing. The vocabulary has shifted but the old problems remain. I was a fool to think that we’d been moving forward when we were only ever standing still. … Continue reading Two poems by Degna Stone

‘Scratched Light’ by Raymond Antrobus

May 19, 2017March 24, 2023 ~ Rish

for Phoebe Boswell The heart is circled by sorrows and bitter devotion – Derek Walcott Southbank’s Security guards wake anyone sleeping as if they don’t want us to miss who we might bump into like how I bumped into Phoebe today, sat at the tall window, drawing a man called Anwaar. I pull an extra chair … Continue reading ‘Scratched Light’ by Raymond Antrobus

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