Daily Archives: March 14, 2019

Dick Jones- New Poetry

BERTRAGHBOY BAY Where the ironstone wall gathers fuscia and salt; where the swifts stitch blue air to the scrub-grass; where herring gulls mob the heron; where cormorants hang wings on the...

Mary Wight- New Poetry

SIGHTSEEING Bellies sweet with prawns and Guinness, they dawdled back along the strand needing nothing more. A sea trout, eyes gone, body gleaming still, lay as if waiting for a...

Dick Jones- New Poetry

BERTRAGHBOY BAY Where the ironstone wall gathers fuscia and salt; where the swifts stitch blue air to the scrub-grass; where herring gulls mob the heron; where cormorants hang wings on the...

Poetry from Sandra Horn

Sandra Horn is a writer based in Southampton. She has had poems published in Artemis and Magma magazines and in several anthologies: Lines in the Sand, Write to be Counted, Dancing in the Chequered Shade, the Emma Press Book of Age, the Writers’ Cafe and Some Cannot Be Caught: the Emma Press book of Beasts._____________

Poetry- by Fiona Perry.

  Post navigation Distillation Now I have the puddle Wax of a thousand Blessed candles burnt In a kitchen shrine Your last upright Embrace cushioning me Comforts to conjure No more sinewy Morphine cries or Muted...

Iain Twiddy- Poetry

PRACTICE RUN  I’m looking through a cold bedroom window hedgehogged with condensation at a rose bush pricked with autumn frost, though still glowing red like the sting that...

The Cabinet of Immortal Wonders – Diana Powell

Jean-Baptiste Bécoeur is dancing with the flamingo again. A waltz – the dance has slunk across the border into Metz, even as far as...

Emma Lee reviews Lady Jesus and Other Poems.

Lady Jesus and Other Poems Arathy Asok (Authorspress, www.authorspressbooks.com ISBN 978-93-88332-19-4, 70pp, 175 Rupees/$14) "Lady Jesus and other poems" is a collection of contemporary, unflinching poems that...

Emma Lee- New Poetry

A SMUDGE OF CINDERS My teacher looked at me as if breezeblock wasn't a word she knew. I had pushed my sock down. It was itching the scabs...
Poetry UK and Ireland

Poetry- Clara Burghelea

Process of Detachment I expect my son will let go of me when he’s five. I will go back to just being Clara. So ready to unspool...

PACT by Jessamine O Connor.Reviewed

  Jessamine O Connor is a Dublin born poet living on the Sligo Roscommon border in the west of Ireland. She facilitates The Hermit Collective...
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New Poetry- Edward Lee

IN THE DARKNESS THERE IS REST In the wall above every bed I have ever lay upon there is a window so well hidden not even the night can find it, leaving...
Poets and Writers

Strike- Arathy Asok

strike The farmers held Dead rats in their mouths, Wearing green loin clothes Hiding what is left of their pride. They sit in the capital city Waiting for some eyes...
Clare Morris

Poetry- Clare Morris

A LEICESTER TRIPTYCH The Change:  2.15pm, 15/3/2018, Leicester Royal Infirmary And so you sat down next to her bed, With the bag of toiletries and magazines, your...

Of Buses, Bombs and Bartholdy – Clare Morris.

Of Buses, Bombs and Bartholdy I love allusions – can’t get enough of them. Put it this way, if allusions were gallons of bath water,...

Parallel Lines

We were stuck. Stuck in our marriage, stuck in our lives, stuck in this fucking car. ‘How could you be so stupid?’ he said. Five minutes...
Kate Ennals

Poetry- Kate Ennals

An Invitation Come, Father, let’s wander London’s dark skies, sit by the river, watch dusk silt and slide, salute and swirl a glass of ruby red wine. Let’s...

The Depth of Ambition- Anna Hayes

The structure rose up in front of us, like a giant, half-decapitated ‘X’ marking the spot. Of what, I didn’t know. This didn’t look...