Roddy Lumsden and Fran Lock: two poems
Fran Lock has written several poems in response to the poems in the book above. Here is her introduction: About the poems It is not easy...
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ONE HAND CLAPPING
Josephine Balmer: a translation
Josephine Balmer writes: "After hearing his nephew sing one of Sappho's lyric songs, the Athenian lawgiver Solon ordered the boy to teach...
Louise Warren: a poem
As a bird As a bird, known only to myself intricate, small boned content to be held by the wind and write across the sky an unbroken...
Elodie Rose Barnes: a poem
Summer Rain Pluie d’été, or averse d’été. It depends on the weight of the raindrops on skin, how quickly they soak through to the heart....
John Lanyon: a poem
Crossing My aunt she died a month ago and left me all her riches A feather bed, a wooden leg and a pair of calico breeches. (popular...
Maggie Mackay: a poem
Void Father hanged himself perhaps above the washhouse mangle, or in the orchard maybe, dressed in apple blossom. You're wondering if I...
Ben Morgan: a poem
Author's note Baba Yaga is a witch from Slavic folktale. Sometimes seen as dangerous and violent, she is also a healer and a wise woman,...
Tim Dooley: a poem
Mornington Crescent Looking at the picture, you start to understand how ghost presences can result from material decay. That smudge of...
Richard Williams: a poem
Reclaiming This runt-scrap of land. This pith of earth. Half-soil, half-salt, all howling sky. For now this silt's still ours. A concrete...
Myriam Wordmaker: a poem
black coffee drunk cold I rehearsed the conversation we should have had what you would say what I would answer where it would happen what...
Jessica Sneddon: a poem
Sediments Architectural trees frame the skeletal canopy. Fell water fills leaf wells in itself and of itself a trickle down the woodland...
Lawrence Wilson: a poem
Stony Ground my vines grow best in stony ground, he tells me not fed too much, just sun and rain and a soil half-chalk, half-flint...
Mark Connors: a poem
Photograph by Joanna Sedgwick To the Rescue Leave the village and you're soon amongst the curlews, their woodwind madness, the...
Alistair Noon: a poem
The 4 x 4 This fact that glides the tarmac road was once the showroom's glassy thought. Marketing states the factory makes these wheels...
James Smith: a poem
Fat Gary "I could score from there", Fat Gary said. Then there he was, on goal, 40,000 screaming at him, Defenders hot on his heels. Fat...
Hugo Williams: a poem
Picture ©BenjaminSullivan Cherry Blossom The saddest spring of venomous breezes ominous clouds our red-letter days torn off unused our...
Gale Acuff: a poem
Grass At my mother's headstone is my father, wiping away with his handkerchief something like a black mark on the rock. The hell of it...
Louise Longson: a poem
St. Michael's Churchyard (Autumn) Even on the calmest evening, when the trees stand mute and the leaves of ivy-covered graves are...
Claire Hughes: a poem
Magpie I am the magpie of broken things, I will not be contented with golden rings or silver spoons, I refuse to be blinded by the sunlit...
Steve Shepherd: three poems
three for m i. the chandeliers after thirty years we finish each other's thoughts. we'll have the house to ourselves tonight, I said we...
Agnes Marton: a poem
Stepdaughter He taught me how to ride a bike without training wheels. First, how to brake, then how to glide, and nothing in-between. No...
Maggie Sawkins: a poem
Pinpricks False hopes are more dangerous than fears - J R R Tolkien I wish I could lose you like a wish from a bone, a button from my...
Zita Izso: a poem
Photograph by Laura Veres Awakening It's still dark. The first sunrise after Creation could've been similar to the lights in the corridor...
John Oughton: a poem
Photograph by Brenda Clews On Arabia Mountain This cold sea of granite takes millennia to hoist a wave. Like music with notes spaced a...
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