Amy Soricelli: a poem
Even the Guy on the News Annoys me Now This year is the end of my hand. It is fingers alone and pointing backwards. You can't see my...
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ONE HAND CLAPPING
Hélène Demetriades: a poem
Norse Code On Uig Sands I walk along the tide line of an empty beach collecting shells in wonder at the salmon pink of tiny clams, the...
Alice Seville: a poem
I thought I should say something about illness for your magazine I've been sat here with my illness of fibromyalgia I introduce her:...
Ian Heffernan: three Tang poems
I. Li Bai – Quiet Night Thoughts In front of my bed, a patch of moonlight, Which calls to mind an early autumn frost. I raise my head...
Oz Hardwick: a poem
Asylum On the other side of words, we rely on hand gestures, so I keep my grandparents' glove puppets close in order to spread the news....
John Burnside: a poem
On Ageing Now that the heart is shapeless, dove-meat seraphed by a history of flame, a shadow on the blood begins to form, inconstant in...
Sean O'Brien: a poem
The Language Falling through the aspen-grove and ushering itself along the gutters, night rain speaks a language you have never...
Jo Balmer: poems from Ghost Passage
Picture by Alan Sorrell For the most part we think of classical texts as "high" art, a canon of complex works written for an elite,...
Louise Peterkin: a poem
The Ghost Apple Girl And then I was the Ghost Apple Girl awoken to a chill hold of fantastical protocol, bloom-cheeked, furred. Arrested...
Maggie Sawkins: a poem
A Pair of Small Ears I have come to translate the silence. I've brought paper and pencils and a pair of small ears. I ask you not to...
Lawrence Wilson: a poem
Parabolas we orbit the truth in dark parabolas you and I and a thousand thousand others sliding easily through the fluid air like clouds...
Owen Gallagher: a poem
Home Birth You had been pushing a wheelbarrow of sand and cement for me to start pointing the bricks of the bedroom extension where you...
Andrew Shields: a poem
Highgate "I don't want to get into a debate about the screwdriver. I admit I lost it, and I should have told you." As she began to slowly...
Francisc Balogh: a poem
Rooftop poem This poem is a rooftop; a horizon line in a horizonless dawn. You sigh like a cat into the night. The flowers at your window...
Sheila Jacob: a poem
Women Who Wait For Their Fathers After “The Fathers” by Catherine Smith If we arranged to meet you'd set your clock for six, catch the...
Steve Shepherd: a poem
demolition we have raised children who are brutal. I reject your ideas and I question your motives they bark. after the fighting, still...
Jennifer A. McGowan: a poem
Covidsomnia Your heartbeat is loud in your lips and you can't unthink about it and it's pretty damn weird actually then you discover no...
Chris Rice: a poem
Referendum I throw the ballpoint pen away. She hits the carpet with her stick and says she wants it back. I offer her another one but,...
Gillian Prew: a poem
for the fox, dying you came tumbled and burnished all at once bursting bursting inside with fox-joy with lullaby spring ...
Sue Finch: a poem
I Lick my Cat's Paws Steadily, tenderly. I missed their warm edam scent. I dug him up from the back garden and brought him back to life....
Huw Gwynn-Jones: a poem
Mannequin Late mother one late morning in February as the day warmed and she cooled, no longer she but a mannequin, startling, waxy and...
Catherine Zickgraf: a poem
Swept She dreamed she died leaving all the towels in the closet aligned. Sometime through the night, she had containerised her grains,...
Gillian Clarke: a poem
Spring Equinox, 2020 The night summer came to a world remade, streets were carless, silence walked the roads. A kite's red-gold,...
Roddy Lumsden and Fran Lock: two poems
Here, once again, is Fran's introduction: About the poems It is not easy to explain. I owe more to Roddy Lumsden than to any other figure...
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