Today’s choice
Previous poems
Brian Kirk
Leaving
The train is the way,
the tracks a scar cut
deep in the land
you can’t help but touch.
Across the viaduct
and over the stinking
estuary, leave fields
behind for factories,
waste ground, horses
nosing rubbled grass,
past a desert of concrete
and blinking glass, and on
until you see the backs
of sleeping red brick
houses, places you’ll
never know: cramped
back garden, broken swing,
riot of bindweed choking
a breeze block wall. So early
sleep stays with you,
pulls you back, rocked
by the slackening diesel
engine, chanting: won’t
you come back, won’t
you come back. Morning sun
above the East Wall Road,
a crack of stone on glass
announces the beginning
of a different life.
Brian Kirk has published two collections with Salmon Poetry, After The Fall (2017) and Hare’s Breath (2023) and a fiction chapbook It’s Not Me It’s You (Southword Editions, 2019). His novel Riverrun was a winner of the Novel Fair 2022.
Maeve McKenna
Dream State Covers tight as clingfilm. Tell them you fell headfirst, steadied yourself, sucked out what was left in your throat, coughed that creamy polyethylene onto the pillow. Eyeballs infused with miniature blue irises plunge into the well....
Abigail Elizabeth Ottley
Widows Walk Evenings she puts on her second-best hat skewered with a tortoise shell pin, buttons up her heart in a mauve mohair coat sallies forth to pick a bone with the moon. On the red-leaded step she scans the stars imagines them white sparks...
Guy Elston
You Call This Summer More like a chicken bone tossed to a pigeon. More like a half-portion of peanut butter slicked in the jar we never throw out. I pedal through birds in Tommy Thompson, all strong enough to fly south soon – if I check the water...
Yuanbing Zhang translates Hongri Yuan
My Heaven is Inside My Body My heaven is inside my body, my heaven is a great many, like stars in the night sky, with silver towers, huge edifices that look like sapphires, golden palaces, gardens of crystal. My body is bigger than the universe,...
Day Seven of ‘Choice’ for NPD: ibizo lami, Stephen Walrond and Saleha
Play Partner It is never easy, spotting the red flags, amidst the intense joy, and very high highs of exploring a new partner. A mind is filled with thoughts. Like a seesaw, it tips Left, right, left, right Stay, go, stay, go. Go. You know what...
Day Six of ‘Choice’ for NPD: Adam Horovitz, Sibyl Ruth, Sue Finch, Amlanjyoti Goswami
Wile E. Coyote Pauses for Thought All these unthinking technocratic years shooting myself from giant rubber bands and pawing vitamins –the kind that build your limbs into flexible hillsides– down my ravenous throat and here I still am, a blurring...
Day Five of ‘Choice’ for NPD: Anne Symons, Alwyn Marriage, Vinita Agrawal, Carole Bromley
Invitation The flamingoes are waiting, poised pink rippling across the water. Bubbles rise around my feet disturbing frogs and fish. I balance on one leg to show that I am good enough to be a bird. Hands on hips, I flex my elbows, lower my shoulders,...
Day Four of ‘Choice’ for NPD: Patrick Wright, Marcelle Olivier, Ruth Higgins, Peter Raynard
Ascent of the Blessed After Hieronymus Bosch Hovering a hundred feet over an ambulance in the starless dark, they congregate. Below: a machine frantic to restart my heart. My silver cord stretches, doesn’t quite snap. I look down on the mad...
Day Three of ‘Choice’ for NPD: Kathleen Jones, Tristan Moss, Özge Lena, Dave Hubble
In a Time of Crisis Not all the small things you can do can save the world. Never say “It couldn’t happen here!” It could. Put on your best face for the future and take heart. Rescue those you can and leave the rest – the boat has only so much...