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Robin Vaughan-Williams

 

 

 

Does anybody want any money?

I’ve got all this money lying around.
Have you got anything you can do with it?
I asked Josie but she doesn’t want it.
Klio says the extension is already paid for.
Geoff has a job and wants to pay his way.
Craig says he wouldn’t take blood diamonds
so why would he take my money.
Sangita thinks our family may have benefitted from slavery
and ought to make repararations.
Jim says he could screw it up for stuffing the money cushions
in his Hidden Comforts exhibition. But he wouldn’t spend it.
Jemma would stuff it up her nose.
Lyra is trying to live without money altogether.
Troy says it’s too much. Aisha says it’s not enough.
Not enough for a deposit. Not enough to live off.
Enough to blow but not enough to make up for lost benefits.
I gave it to Pati but they gave it back with interest.
Now Craig thinks I’m a moneylender
and Lyra is tearing the curtains in the temple.Alex doesn’t have any plans.
Alex doesn’t have any plans. She doesn’t know what she’d do with
it. I might give it to her anyway. Everything tastes better with
money.

 

 

Robin Vaughan-Williams (Instagram: @robinrvw) is the author of The Manager and How to Fix a Human. He runs collaborative poetry improvisation workshops and his poems have appeared in places like Anthropocene, Dream Catcher, Under the Radar, and Obsessed with Pipework. 

Erwin Arroyo Pérez

Here, in my Manhattan room / insomnia tugs at me like a half-closed taxi door / letting all the echoes in
/ an ambulance carries the last breath of an asthmatic man

Kweku Abimbola

My father walks backwards
better than most walk forward—
so whenever he sewed his steps into the living
room carpet, I rushed to mirror my moon-
walking, until he froze,
froze like he’d been caught
by the beat.

Paul Bavister

We found our eyes first,
as they swirled through fragments
of black jumper, dark pine trees
and an orange sunset sky

Phil Vernon

Because we were four
and I only had strength to carry one
and knew no other way
I carried the one who called out loudest;
threatened us most.