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Time Slip

Poetry
  The man enters with an axe. He is whispering to himself or maybe talking to the axe, as if…

Tiger Head Sonnets

Poetry
  I An offering of grain; an offering of drink. Blind tiger forgive us for making you a stuffed head.…

This Great Beech

Poetry
  This great beech merges with my life. Each day its canopy of wind-carved branches filters nuances of sun as…

Summer Night Garden

Poetry
  Outside, night has shaken its sleeve. Moths mob the street lamp, dozens of tiny mandibles tear and munch. The…

Janus

Poetry
  1 Scimitar in the January sky – it starts again, the moon as resurgent emblem. ‘Renewal’, so its tacit…

Italian Air

Poetry
  A breathless train ride in the heat of things, I squeeze my red knees to the rough skin of…

Untitled

Poetry
  She says: we don’t have the right kind of basement in our building I had to leave, one can’t…

L’Heure Bleue

Poetry
  in this last blue flash of dusk the violins of our eyes are playing to the south west wind’s…

Blue Moon

Poetry
  Often enough we go to the seals by the woodland path where tortoiseshell moths willlessly travel from shadow to…

Gospel Oak

Poetry
  The fight dog’s name, said its proud owner, was Jake, an old white bull terrier, brindle circle around his…

Twilight

Poetry
  By early winter Our world begins to shift. Approaching dusk We stroll miles from houses Sunk into valleys of…

A Student of Rock-Pools

Poetry
  At the tremor of his footsteps Little transparent eft-like things sank And disappeared into the wet sand, But he…

Wallpaper

Poetry
  I used to think the moon followed me, stalking behind a picket line of trees, extending fingers of glassy…

Two Poems

Poetry
  Fanny Howe appears here in The London Magazine’s series of contemporary New England poets. She was born in 1940…

Fête

Poetry
  by Guillaume Apollinaire Translated by Timothy Adès Fireworks filigreed in steel Very pretty lighting this Artificer’s artifice Courage gets…

Two Poems

Poetry
A Bit of Love He must rise now. No more hiding in hospital sleep or skill of the hands that…

Two Poems

Poetry
  Come Late In The Day To This Shore Come late in the day to this shore the tide out…
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