for Sharon by Gary Kissick

for SharonI know I said I lovedHelena Bonham Carter,but since I’ve met you, Sharon,I’ve gone off her.It’s true I said I hatedthat shameless whore Madonna,but since you said you like her,I’ve gone on her.Your pin-up boyis love’s...

Two poems by Amanda Weeks

Caroline StreetCurry and chips?MmmmmmmmQueueShove PushFightCoppersCellYou’ve had your chipsTanked for the memoriesDown and out on all-day benderI recognise your voiceBefore I even turn round.“Oi, nutter!” you call“Pint of lager and lime and a packet of cheese and...

The Guest by Clare Phillips-Barton

The GuestTeeth exposed,rivulets of saliva making their way towards her neck.A ventriloquists’ dummy,poised in a silent scream.Joints, and muscles groaning under inhuman manipulation,and His seductive whisper, stop fighting me, stop thinking, just let it...

New prose poem by Andrea Porter

Group of Three Magic Stones by Barbara Hepworth 1973 (Kettles Yard Cambridge)The retired nurse finally found one at seventy on the beach at Wells. It has the silver tongue and flatness of the Aussie pilot’s vowels. He had accepted her virginity in the war without a...