‘Five Unusual Things’ by Kathy Pimlott

    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 back … Continue reading ‘Five Unusual Things’ by Kathy Pimlott

Three poems by Yvonne Green

Jews (I.M. of Czesław Miłosz) We’re neither poems for you to fetishise Nor emblems of the murdered of the twentieth century, We don’t hold all possibilities in our Talmudic minds Live burdened with the grief you want us to. We’re not the monsters of the Middle East, The devils of the diaspora, nor do we know The selves we recognise in one another. We’re in … Continue reading Three poems by Yvonne Green

Three poems by Jane Clarke

  Winter Since the trouble with his heart she tries to keep him in but before the breakfast tea is cold, he shrugs on his coat, lifts his cap, blackthorn stick and heads out across the fields to count cattle and sheep check how far the flood has risen, break ice for cows at the pond. There’s not a pick on him; he feels every … Continue reading Three poems by Jane Clarke