The Rookery Redux The rain collects by drains stopped up with fatbergs from the eateries, in cracks and trips of slabs laid slipshod and craftless. Step carelessly and soak your shoes. Do you belong here? Do you loop grey nets to foil the suck and growl of traffic’s heat? Do you open your windows at all? At night the seven streets pinball each drunk chorus, … Continue reading Two poems by Kathy Pimlott
rain cows do have best friends and become stressed if they are separated how do they know who their friends are really or if it’s going to rain but still they lie waiting bent at the knees (First published in Obsessed With Pipework, November 2014) the sweat bee he had this craving never wanted to hurt you only to lie … Continue reading Two poems by Laura McKee
Five Unusual Things You open the quarter-lights, get out of the car. ‘Five minutes’ you say ‘and while I’m gone, look for five unusual things’. And I’m alone on a back street of workshops and offices. No-one appears. There are no balloons, no burglaries. Nothing disturbs the street. Two thirds up the warehouse wall the brick course swivels ninety degrees, three fanciful rows and then … Continue reading ‘Five Unusual Things’ by Kathy Pimlott
Hampstead 1979 He says he’s a Gemini too, always wears white linen to parties and is a recreational heroin user in an open relationship. He whispers lunch and writes his number on a £1 note and yes on a rainy Friday he buys me real champagne at Sheekey’s, feeds me oysters with his fingers pays with the dregs of his overdraft. All night he … Continue reading Two poems by Jacqueline Saphra
