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Chapbook 5 Contest Judge – an interview with Paul Sutherland

Paul Sutherland is a Canadian-British poet/writer, who has lived in the UK since 1973, has fourteen collections, editing seven others. He’s founding editor of Dream Catcher journal now in its 38th issue. He runs creative writing workshops and widely performs his poetry. Leads seminars; mentors, runs Writers Retreats and collaborates with other artists. He appears …

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Poetry- James Finnegan

James Finnegan – Dublin-born, highly commended in the Patrick Kavanagh Poetry Competition (2016, 2018), short-listed in Over The Edge New Writer of the Year, The Canterbury Anthology for Poet of the Year, published in The Irish Times – Hennessy New Irish Writing, Poetry Ireland Review, CYPHERS, Skylight 47, North West Words, and The Best New British & Irish Poets 2018 – first full collection of …

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Poetry- Patricia L. Hamilton

Bio  a California native, is the author of The Distance to Nightfall (Main Street Rag, 2014). She won the Rash Award in Poetry in 2015 and 2017 and has received three Pushcart Prize nominations. By day she is a professor of English in Jackson, TN, where her specialisations are creative writing and 18th-century British literature.  She …

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Jane Simmons -New Poetry

Song of Innocence I plant flowers in our first window-box – confetti-petalled geraniums, fuchsias flamboyant as flamenco dresses, trailing lobelia’s modest white stars. They have not built on the strawberry field yet – the ripening fruit nestles innocently in its straw, nursing its splinter seeds, its growing runners, and generation is an unfinished business. On …

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New Poetry- 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 to open, They sit for days Unblinking at the cold. Far away in distant lands Their crops have withered in the heat. Their children look …

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New Poetry- 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 to open, They sit for days Unblinking at the cold. Far away in distant lands Their crops have withered in the heat. Their children look …

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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 toast civilisation, Forge radical ideas, unravel politics, range our voices across continents. Discuss Truth and Justice. I need your advice on The growth of greed and corruption, …

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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 habitual offerings, (the ones now in the bottom drawer that burn your fingers to touch them) And she whispered with conspiratorial mischief about the matriarch opposite And you …

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Poetry- David Susswein

Biography I am a writer from the South of England, right at the bottom. I have tried all my life to write well, to communicate, to talk to others;I cannot understand any other reason to write.Envoi, DreamCatcher, Picaroon Poetry, ShotGlass Journal, Tuck Magazine, Dissident Voice,an anthology in Farsi/English ‘Where Are You From?’  and others have heard my …

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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 me with a lifetime full of insomnia, the relentlessly seeking sunlight forever flooding the room.   NAME(LESS) They separated us at the border, …

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New Poetry- Arthur Broomfield

The return of the artist It was that kind of a once-in-a-lifetime snow and hailstones day so dreamed of by smug artists and Yale dons, dendrological in a buns and sofa way: King David on his throne, Bathsheba pouring goat curd and curses over the scone mix, when the garlic guest strolled in, carrying his …

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Poetry- Harry Dell

What’s False About Cracked Teeth? There are words I will not write here, and not the ones already locked up in lizard skin. No lock or clasp can contain them, or curtail their twitches and coils. They eke out like poisonous vapor, to not exist and rob saliva of snapped flight. Without the cross between …

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New Poetry- Catriona Clutterbuck

QUEENS OF THE MAY Mayday. White afternoon light in the white mouth of the year. Follow a blue thread of sound to the braid of girls in their convent-school years song-circling the stations of faith – grey chapel and tennis court, silver graveyard and Canon’s Walk, towering beech trees baby-greening ajar the cervix of summer …

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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 from the erupting teeth, the needy eyes, the extra hugs, the sticky fingers and slip back into my old unprompted self. The one who walked hard and spoke …

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Dylan Everett: New Poetry

Textroots. (5 poems) Text/isle roots Tree flow she knows no end in the wind and dirt and poison she breath, no breeze no delicate hope, no dirt in the wind, no scope in the leaves that breathe dead stars, we antelope with horns we winged things we shivering motions we broken dreams we all inhale …

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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 on my leg. A breezeblock had fallen from the stack in the yard. I splashed cold water on my scraped skin. My mother said to leave it. …

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Poetry- Matt Spittles

Matt Spittles has written poetry from a young age drawing inspiration from his experiences and observations in the natural world. He has lived in Lincolnshire since 2011 and is a keen walker, angler and traveller. Matt is a member of The Hub Writers in Sleaford and Lincoln Writers Group. ______________ Spring Soft sunlight on stone …

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James Fountain- New Poetry

Empty Highway Home The road is clear, but for the weather lashing down liquid intermittently, my wipers doing overtime at midnight, after a John Mayall gig in Stoke, driving home to Nottingham. I am afraid of the dark, blank road, driving rain blotting out the white markings, guiding forces blurred, no companions to keep me …

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Ceinwen E Cariad Haydon- Poetry

BREAKWATER [response to ‘La Pointe de la Hève, Sante-Adresse’, Claude Monet, 1864]                Dusted by sand, fanned by spring breezes, she lies in her shingle bed. She and her lover, dreamed through yesterday: held real life below the waves and screamed with joy to see it splutter and drown. …

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New Poetry -Roy Liran.

Beached boats at Saintes-Maries-de-la-Mer He divides the canvas in unequal halves of equal size, a bladed horizon for skies and earth, for man and woman, rich and poor, birds and poets. The easel shifts on the burning sand, reacting to the brushes and to the knife’s applied pressure, causing lines to wobble, planes to interact. …

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Caron Freeborn- New Poetry

Arrhythmia When I was a little girl I worried about infinity –there’s a galaxy beyond this one and then beyond that one and beyond that and beyond thatand beyond that and beyond that and beyond that and beyond-until my daddy told my mum I had to go the doctor. Beat Dr Thacker had a colour …

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Fiona Sinclair- New Poetry

Evanescence You claim not to dream. But I know some nights, during REMs anarchy, your body jolts as if defibrillated, your whimpers chill more than screams. I do not wake you; in case you remember Nature’s Seconds  If I had longer arms, I’d be a stripper. We share the joke like a joint. I think …

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Bev Smith- New Poetry

the art of casting shadow i love that age is slowing you i might can catch you now between the light and dark before it falls and the twilight that dapples skin washes away now while we lay as two leopards in our long wise contentment intentionally blemished where nothing hidden lies but exposes all …

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David Ratcliffe – Poetry

Slipping his moorings Less than an hour earlier, he’d knelt thumbs crossed; on failing to receive a signal he slid solo on a one-way voyage, slipping his moorings with no one at the helm drifting toward a squall no lenient heart had charted. Senses long since mutinied lifeboats cut adrift, alone like never before, he …

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Linda Imbler- Poetry

Egghead Knows Best An old friend and I once played a game of Trivial Pursuit with my brother’s friends. At one point, a kid asked my dad for an egg to stiffen up his Mohawk hair style. My friend then asked him if he always played his records backwards. The kid replied that it wasn’t …

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Lucy Durneen- New Poetry

Hill of Moses That argument about the Brontës, I am thinking of it again – of Emily, I mean, the unremarkable virgin – I am thinking of her out of the blue, climbing the Hill of Moses. The Stockholm wind is like the wind of Haworth moor, (“loud,               …

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Philip Dunkerley- New Poetry

Burt’s Bees i.m. Burt Shavitz, co-founder of Burt’s Bees, d. 2015, aged 80 Weary of the push and frenzy of Manhattan, Burt lit out in his old pickup-truck for Maine, pausing only to hive-up a swarm of wild bees from off of a fence post along the highway. Luckily he’d been taught bee-keeping by a …

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Karen Poppy- New Poetry

Hello, Goliath I will write you As I know you. Finally, I’m not afraid. Sharp light of your being, Come toward me. You can dance, laughing. You can tell lies. You can say anything. You can make others Hate me. Giant you, Little me. Yet, I Have something hot In my tiny hand. A pebble. …

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Poetry- by Micah James Bauman

Love conquers all says the unbroken heart the playful, unbroken heart as love stands over me in a gas station restroom I dance before the mirror to an unfamiliar pop song playing over the speakers love has conquered this place too why would it bother this is a filthy facility with a condom dispenser, fifty …

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Sally McHugh- New Poetry

 Blue Atlas Tracing the grids of the blue atlas my finger runs down the page, charting the north Atlantic ocean, Lisbon, Africa with its Sahara winds blowing, Freetown. Latitude, longitude, lines criss-cross, I lower my touch across the Tropic of Cancer, Equator, and the Tropic of Capricorn. Changing course at the Cape of Good Hope I …

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James Walton- Poetry

Rap, rap, rap, rap, ill tidings call It came like rain on windows a specimen in a jar, the lid too tight for breathing. I fumbled through the program how those Austrians can dance, but it was only distraction. Among the seals from Kaikoura the black sand of carbon footprints, your South Island smile. Brushing …

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Denise O’Hagan- New Poetry

A Stain the Shape of Italy It’s when I least expect it Stilled in a queue, perhaps, Or stalled at traffic lights, That the fingers of my memory Pick at the past Loosening the scabs of memory: It’s irresistible. One little prod And the present flakes away As I’m clutching my mother’s hand again Down …

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Poems by Brina Platt

Brina Platt was born in Lincoln City, Oregon. USA in 1994. She has devoted her writing to raising awareness of mental illness and the escapism to be found in travelling. Her poems have been published in Esprit Magazine and Ripple Magazine. She is currently working on an MFA at Kingston University. _________________ As a Consequence of In the …

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Katrina E. Halfaker- Poems

Katrina E. Halfaker holds a Bachelor of Arts in Rhetoric and Anthropology from the University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign. Though a native of the south suburbs of Chicago, she currently lives in East Central Illinois with her husband and three cats. Her work has also appeared in Silver Needle Press. ______________ the midwest one broken …

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Thomas Bailey- New Poems

Thomas Bailey is 21 years-old, and lives in London. He is currently studying English at Cambridge, and is editor of his college’s annual poetry publication. His work has been published in Agenda’s Online Broadsheet, The Sentinel Literary Quarterly, Acumen’s Young Poets Section, Off the Block, and The Cambridge Student, among other places. When he gets …

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Chris Boyland- Poetry

Chris Boyland is a prize-winning poet who lives and works in Glasgow.His poems have been published in magazines and journals such as: [Untitled], The Poets’ Republic, 404Ink, Northwords Now, and anthologies such as  Aiblins: New Scottish Political Poetry and the New Voices Press 2018 anthology. He has performed at spoken word nights across Central Scotland and blogs occasionally at https://theglasgowempire.scot/.

Leela Soma- New Poetry

Leela Soma came to Glasgow in 1969 with her husband.  She worked, until her retirement, as a teacher of Modern Studies. During this time she took up creative writing under the tutelage of Laura Marney. She followed this with Creative Writing Classes in the Department of Adult and Continuing Education at the University of Glasgow. _______________   Mother …

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Helen Angell- New Poetry

Helen Angell is a poetry and non-fiction writer based in South Yorkshire. She has had poems published in Route 57, Medea and Esoterica. Winner of the ‘Beats Working’ Music Journalism Bursary at Sensoria Festival in 2017, her music journalism also features in God Is In The TV and Dynamic online zines. _________________ In Clifton Park …

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Iain Twiddy- Poetry

Iain Twiddy studied literature at university and lived for several years in northern Japan. His poems have been published in The Poetry Review, Poetry Ireland Review, The London Magazine and elsewhere. ________________   PRACTICE RUN  I’m looking through a cold bedroom window hedgehogged with condensation at a rose bush pricked with autumn frost, though still …

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Mary Wight- New Poetry

Mary Wight lives and writes in the Scottish Borders. Her poems have appeared in various magazines. _______________   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 wave to swim it back. She took a photograph …

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Poetry from David Bankson

  Chartreuse I regret, like coiled flowers I burst when loosed, but the loosing is part of who I am. I could never stop that sort of liquid: a river rushing through my teeth, rushing through my veins, leaving an imprint on the memory-foam mattress, crusted with a coat of flesh where I used to …

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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 wind to dry; where seals rise gleaming on a flood tide; where the rain drifts in a milk-haze; where the sun is thin as …

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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 transmissions Of constant sorrow Just essence Of the thing Crystalline like the Scent of jasmine Tea buds unfurling Water-wakened …

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