Three poems by Clare Best

  Three poems from Excisions (Waterloo Press 2011)   Knowing the prognosis After the third pink gin, a glow like the aura of Christ fills his kitchen, his house. He lunches alone at the table, shrimps downed with Sauternes, but everything hammers and aches. Aspirin, codeine, valium, so beautiful these white stepping stones, the places they take him slow and easy with whisky and soda. … Continue reading Three poems by Clare Best