by Desree | Oct 7, 2021 | Filmpoems
my grandfather’s dentition looks like a bad floor tiling but I love it. my new routine is playing hide and seek In the spaces between his 92 yr. old teeth. I cling to the roof of his mouth when he flosses, hoping to find his recipe for...
by Desree | Sep 22, 2021 | Filmpoems
Swansong After the leaves left, a chill wind came with a day to blow in my hometown. It was a cold return to places that had gone, to remain a second city. The castle’s skull still stared over the ruins Of scrolled Victoriana, lost in a...
by Fahad Al-Amoudi | Aug 19, 2021 | Filmpoems
In the Queue in the Waitrose Cafe, I Meet My Love The man next to me in the queue is gorgeous.
It starts with him telling me I’ve dropped my pen and I pick it up, though it’s not mine. I’m almost sure he knew that anyway so we talk about...
by Fahad Al-Amoudi | Aug 4, 2021 | Filmpoems
We’re very grateful to be able to re publish ‘Swells’, a project in which artists have responded to the pressures on their craft in the middle of lockdown. In the words of the project: After a year of profound creative challenges,...
by Fahad Al-Amoudi | Jul 2, 2021 | Filmpoems
Thoughts from my morning coffee cup ‘Meet you in memory Present time has forgot Thoughts burn Like kerosene Cold blood now Feels hot.’ Emilie Inger Camilla Branford is a bilingual Fine Art graduate based in Kent. Her practise is...
by Fahad Al-Amoudi | Jun 18, 2021 | Filmpoems
Golden Hour Over great absences speckled with birds wings, a spell is lifted – dusk like a recited dance. Routine splashes gold on chimneys and paves cobblestones with colour. Breath hangs between footfalls in gasps. Stacked houses watch through...
