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On the third day of Christmas, we bring you K. S. Moore, Kate Noakes and Rachael Smart
Poplars in the Mist A crow’s eye weighs the view: poplars and their spiky layers, mist – all froth & pomp & wisp. I am more poplar than mist. I am there in each defiant branch: stalky, not willowy, standing my ground. I am always reaching...
Debbie Strange
a circle of radiance cradling the sun... on this winter's morning we are held again by light Debbie Strange is a chronically ill short-form poet and artist whose work has been widely published internationally. Her award-winning haiku collection, 'Random...
On the second day of Christmas, we bring you Gill McEvoy, Rachel Burns and Cindy Botha
The Christmas Market Her mother doesn’t want to linger here - cheap stuff from South America at cruelly inflated prices. Disgrace. But Nuala won’t be dragged away. There are wooden frogs that sing an ugly croaking song. Their coats are bright,...
On the first day of Christmas, we bring you Hannah Linden, John White and Stephen Keeler
The Solstice Turn Happiness starts coming back with winter chill. The cold raises the hairs on the back of our necks the way honesty does. The sky opens its arms to clouds and the setting sun paints them gradually into shadow. We hold back from...
Oormila Vijayakrishnan Prahlad
Lacrimosa, 2004 //There is a new star in the eastern sky tonight, spilling fourteen prongs of light. I feel the first flutter in my belly. //The last time I stood by the sea, the waves snaked in and swept my shoes away in one quick lick of tide. I walked home barefoot...
Anna Chorlton
Holly Queen She curled emerald tights about the core of an oak slumbering with thick bare limbs. He had lost his hair she noticed a vast shock of lemon green let fall to a muddy mulch below. Ivy’s agile twitches hugged tight twisting,...
John Greening
On Stage in a home-made model theatre, c.1967 Glued to your block, in paint and ink you wait for Ah, Sweet Mystery of Life to stop. Smell of hardboard and hot bakelite. The lino curtain’s ready to go up. At which, the straightened coat hanger is shoved and on you...
Anna Bowles
Airplane Mode Nothing bad can happen on a plane. Engine fires, earache, hijackers; but no new grief. The heart is contained. Cupped in the silence, sorrow makes truce with the green lands below. In the regulate hum of the aircon, the news...
Kirsty Fox
Winged Kirsty Fox is a writer and artist specialising in ecopoetics. She writes lyric essays and poetry, and has had work published by Apricot Press, Arachne Press, and Streetcake Magazine. She has a Masters in Creative Writing and is currently studying...
Jason Ryberg
The Conversations of Ghosts Sometimes I’d swear that the ancient box fan I’ve hauled around with me for years is a receiver for the conversations of ghosts not unlike the way hats I’ve bought at vintage shops still hold trace elements of the...
Peter Wallis
All House Holds Dead in a chest, are folded matinee jackets, bonnets, bootees and mitts. Tissue sighs like the sea at Lowestoft, always Third week in August Once stuffed with baby breaths, the back bedroom holds only a tallboy with stashed school reports, ties without...
Amanda Bell
Spindles We clipped a window through the currant, sat on folding chairs with keep-cups, wrapped in blankets as we yelled through the prescribed two-metre gap. Then took to mending – darning socks and patching favourite denims, exchanging threads in...
Anna Maughan
Finland, December 2015 Illness had left me brittle as frost, icicle-thin swaddled in borrowed warmth that couldn't keep out the wind's chill, prying fingers, shivering in at every edge. The lake, frozen, feet-thick, immense, swathed in drifts of baby powder. My...
In Praise Of…Dennis Tomlinson reviews ‘Window’ by Yuko Minamikawa Adams
This poet has a talent for transforming the familiar world through the power of her imagination and, moreover, doing so in plain, down-to-earth language. Things are personified and persons are thingified,...
Angeliki Ampelogianni
Eating figs on the bathroom floor on marble tiles bird like I am a pin measuring drops in the toilet bowl disembogued into this locked space with depressions of earth staring at me the bathroom keeps the history of my enclosures fake windows chewing up...
A W Earl
Doors My parents’ house became a place of closed white doors, where sound hung spare and echoes found no junk or clutter to rest themselves upon. You move quietly, in a house like that, learn side-feet, stop-breath, corner-pause, learn to turn reverberating...
M.P. Pratheesh
Reading Materials We shadows of distant meteors too M.P. Pratheesh is an Indian poet-artist. His works can be found at various places including Modern Poetry in Translation, Portside Review, Almost island, RIC journal, Indian Literature and elsewhere. His...
Finola Scott
Homecoming Winter dusk soughs in, dark clouds threaten, tangle her wool. She sets down his heavy gansy, the jumper finished at last. A memory, that memory, sharp as now, catches her. Him so handsome on the shore that night, her so forgetful - that...
Huw Gwynn-Jones
Black on Black Black is the colour inside black light on blackened brick and slats coaldust and creosote those sightless eyes black as his coalman’s vest and grimy coalbent back deep in a shed where he stacks cold...
‘Something about this’ by Stephen Keeler is the Pick of the Month for November 2024. Read and hear it here!
The random uneasy moments resolve into the bluntness of grief. Honest and real. The vote this time was oh so close, perhaps the closest it has been for some years. But in the end it was the beautiful, moving simplicity of Stephen Keeler's 'Something about this' which...