Poetry | Turkish Delight by Isabelle Baafi
Isabelle Baafi Turkish Delight i know ………everything ………how blood finds its way……… in the dark ……..why earth spins ………but…
Poetry | Care for me like you would a leg injury by Safiya Kamaria Kinshasa
Safiya Kamaria Kinshasa Care for me like you would a leg injury i would like for my presence to…
Poetry | The Bond by André Naffis-Sahely
André Naffis-Sahely The Bond The dry August air reeks of wood and ash and the smoke plumes leaving the rocky…
Poetry | Letter to Bez by Chris McCabe
Bez, post-Victorian Boz, Viz incarnate / and Viceroy of the sinew, what is the name / for light that detracts from the stars? / Urban pollutants de-lux distant galaxies / as we walk after / parties through school fields, / via car parks, past vacant vats & waste lots […]
Archive | Poetry | Peter Bland
Peter Bland, the New Zealand writer and actor, has written extensively over his long career, and has been lauded with…
Old mother moor by Sarah Westcott
Old mother moor is bitter – peat is the thinnest of comforts the bedrock is recalcitrant as teeth moor like…
Seeing Robert Lowell Plain
Pushed by professors I came to hear him read, peered down upon a greying shock of hair to catch…
Homage to Dufu’s Cottage
Translated by Kailan 1. Thirty years ——- I walked from this side to the other side of summer thirty…
The Sandman by Holly Howitt
Quiet: the poet is taking the stage. (Well, it’s not a stage, but a circle of bookshop carpet: Shush, we…
White Building
For Paul and Maya Between still life and low relief, the squared off, plain, distempered walls of Japanese size,…
Tree Surgeons on the Aberdeen Line
You woke one night to railway tree surgeons giving the trees by the track their yearly trim with their hybrid…
Heyshott Harvest
Three gold headed children bent in prayer, sun through the west window on the copper ear of barley, marking Cobden’s…
The Last Connection
The way I came, to get my next connection meant me hoofing it through central Glasgow on a night the…
The Jerusalem Envelope (2)
encircled by, not the star called the snake-tamer, but by silwanic pools, by Reuven Rivlin and Jeremiah, trapped in Anathoth…
Castillo Olite
Some English show a pride in family who volunteered to join Spain´s Civil War, seeing it as an anti-fascist…
Quick as a Moth
Quick as a moth, rises the bird in the air, all rush of wings and glancing of sun from…
Train to Penrith
There’s a lot of England left Whatever glum people say – Acres and acres of it – but dull…
On Reading a Translation of Sappho’s poem on Jealousy
‘He seems to me equal to gods that man whoever he is who opposite you sits and listens close…
Self-Portrait as Eve
I never use a peeler. I prefer the sweet frisson of a paring knife chasing my thumb around an…
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