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Samo Kreutz
Haiku * small boy under his feet skyscraper shadows * kitchen table at the master's place a tiny spider * evening forest not quite big enough for all the shadows * Samo Kreutz lives in Ljubljana, Slovenia. Besides haiku (which he has...
Sarah L Dixon on Mother’s Day
Happiness in my lockdown sock drawer Test-tubes, conical flasks and molecules. Back to A Level Chemistry with Mr Cartwright we learn about magnetism with marker pen examples. A moon lander, planets and a telescope and I am back in my childhood...
Revisiting Word & Image from Helen Pletts and Romit Berger on Mother’s Day
my mother is with the stars my mother is with the stars the missing buckle on Orion’s belt holding my favourite constellation in check – the Universe will be organised against its will – my Earth in chaos, still Helen Pletts (www.helenpletts.com)...
Morag Smith
Mrs McNab All of a sudden, would Mrs McNab see that the house was ready, one of the young ladies wrote…Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse. She comes as summoned, care taker with a leer, a lurch, a grinding of boots on shingle, tears cobweb veils of...
Donald Zirilli
The Night A gymnasium with crepe paper and leather soles, an iron box with only singles, rain without the drop, a clever dance where the floor taps our shoes. I cling to your scapula, your hand, like clothespins, like darkness, following the...
‘Surprise’ by Mariam Varsimashvili with visuals by Holly Chant is the IS&T Pick of the Month for February 2021
Our first shortlisted filmpoem is the first to be voted Pick of the Month and what a worthy winner it is. ‘Surprise’ by Mariam Varsimashvili with visuals from Sleep Never Comes To Me’s Holly Chant engaged and impressed so many of you, with voters drawn to the work’s...
Mark Totterdell
Stars Emerging from the tent at 3am, you see this field of fools, that hedge, the sea, all subtly lit by an array of stars in numbers that your mind cannot compute. They’re barnacles fixed on a dark flat rock, and that faint streak of quartz marks...
Steph Ellen Feeney
New same Year January 2021 Every day, I am a mother, and I am asked to explain things I don’t really understand – like contrails or the...
Rebecca Faulkner
Half Brother (It rained, remember?) We climbed to the roof, took turns dying our bodies glistened & shook, mist from our tongues I step into your game screaming I get five lives! (but you always win) Hold your breath, count to ten cut your...
Helen Finney on International Women’s Day
The Gift A walk in the park. I see a girl sitting cross-legged on the grass, in front of her a box tied neatly with red ribbon, she stares at it, her chin resting in her palms. She doesn’t move. I watch others watching till a boy approaches, he...
Bern Butler
First Snow When snow fell at night, it was her future decided in hushed tones outside the room where she slept, so in the morning when she rose her world had been swapped, swivelled like a set in a play, permitting her (as she stepped out) to...
Live zoom readings from Malika Booker, Jill Abram and Fahad Al-Amoudi
Please join us on zoom for live readings from Malika Booker, Jill Abram and Fahad Al-Amoudi on Sunday 7th March at 4pm GMT This is part of our monthly ‘Live from the Butchery’ series, hosted by Helen Ivory and Martin Figura from their home (an old CoOp...
The Boxer by Tom Stockley
(content warning for mental illness) the boxer by Tom Stockley three months ago, i was stood here wishing more than anything to fall into the water, to stop feeling so much pain for just existing three months later, i walked past saw a man get off his bike, stand...
Helen Grant
Oranges On a dark Friday, in the early night I walked past an orange on the pavement by a parked ambulance, in a setback carpark, under faltering streetlights and hefty air. No stars were shining but this orange seemed to do so, and for a fleeting moment...
Rob A. Mackenzie
Workshop for Shy Self-Promoters Although I have never been on the pushy side of unassertive, what precedent in tactical avoidance I’ve established for shy self-promoters!: a workshop on low-visibility preening in Ray Bans and balaclavas by Inspirational...
William Stephenson
The Human Market Animals gather beneath a plasma screen in the square: a colony of lemurs with calculators in their paws, lizards with phones that twitter and purr. How did you get here, naked, bruised, unshaven? An owl scratches numbers into your...
Claire Walker
Emily Little love, I see your face, so like your grandfather’s. There is the obvious - his July-lion’s mane tamed to your September copper. But me in the middle, part him, part you, I was always too distracted by laundry, homework, things that keep a...
Poems from Priya Subberwal, Nwuguru Chidiebere Sullivan and Jenny Mitchell are IS&T’s Submissions for the 2021 Forward Prize for Best Single Poem.
Each year, we select our three submissions for the Forward Prize for Best Single Poem from those winning and shortlisted poems from our Pick of the Month series that remain eligible. This year our choices are 'Vanishing Mother' by Jenny Mitchell, Priya Subberwal's...
John Greening
1901: The Interpretation of Owls (Four owls on a branch, and one on its own, all smoking long churchwarden clay pipes, and listening to the music of a songbird in front of a giant moon – like five patients waiting for wise Dr Freud.) The First...
Rebecca Lowe reviews ‘The Ear of Eternity’ by Xavier Panades I Blas
Xavier Panades i Blas, a Catalan-born poet now living in Wales, is passionate about two things: The first is his Catalan language and culture. The second is his writing, which comes from deep within the heart. His live poetry performances are vivid,...