Donal Mahoney knows it takes years

Silver Anniversary There beyond the shrubthe sun medallions on the grassaround a python and boar,the python winding. Through binoculars I seethe python work so slow.The boar now knows what I learned long ago.To go this waytakes years.* Donal Mahoney...

Helena Nelson is at Auchterawe Wood

Auchterawe WoodThis is how it is in the word:wind, water, wet, wood.Filling, jurgling roll of stone,bird needle, flute of bone:this is how it is by ear.Deep and dark.  Viridian.Flash of splash of falling light:this is how it is by eye.Cheek of ice, feather breath,spat...

Briar-Rose Jacobson is writing poetry

PoemsMatt Ryan told me to write a poemHe said that it was to be written and turned in by Sunday night –Emailed to his real email And put in an attachment Single spaced, all poems are written single spacedHe said it was to be three pages longLet’s be real Matt...

Two short poems from John Vaughan

New GrowthOne trims his toe-nailsAnother gathers up the cuttingsPlants them in the patch of groundBehind the shedSomeone now supervisesOrganises a rotaAnd watches outFor an earth moment.A signpost spouts upThere’s now a field of toe-nailsSturdy enough to be reaped And...

Ben Macnair is looking at an empty chair

The Empty ChairDust gathers in unexpected spaces,in the groove left by the impatient drumming of your fingers,waiting for nothing to happen, again.Dust gathers in the silence of the open door,never to be filled by your presence,the library that stored your...