Today’s choice
Previous poems
Annie Acre
Solarpolar
i am sun-shot / green-beamed / stem-steep /
hands cupfuls of heartlines / conjuring water /
my face light-dialled / hair wild /
screaming beauty
&
i am root-retched / soiled-deep / dirt-dark /
legs spindly – lost maplines / petering earth /
my thirst worm-cursed / blackburst /
mulching ugly
Annie Acre is a surveyor/poet. She performs spoken word around Manchester and works on Council regeneration projects. She loves wordplay and town halls and townplay and wordhalls. She hopes you like what she’s doing with the place. @surveyorpoet surveyorpoet.co.uk
Caleb Parkin
Ecco the Dolphin Sega Megadrive, 1992 Ecco roves immaculate 16-bit oceans, pierces through jellyfish sparkling their assigned scores. Ecco rotates side on, a perpetual loading icon, flips through scrolling screens of digital habitat. Ecco is neat between...
Antonela Pallini-Zemin
Mix & Match but what if we mixed the smoke of my incense sticks & the smoke of your rolled-up happiness in a room only suitable for two? what if we mixed & matched your hundred fingers with my four fingerprints? what if we let my kundalini...
Cleo Madeleine
do not eat you dry out my tongue, dry off, dry off, wither in my mouth like the ripe white leg of a lamb breach-born, caught dangling between guts and dew, fingers of mist still laid in the valley biscuits in a long cardboard tube sticky with crumbs, the...
Helen May Williams
Winter solstice 2020 13/12/2020 dream haiku small hours of Sunday morning family’s little strength guarded for mourning 17/12/2020 still growing on old apple tree— mistletoe 21/12/2020 the peanut feeder disappears — flap of crows...
Katherine Collins
The unsheltered places The unsheltered in their places might remark if asked, that a pavement at close quarters is like the surface of the moon just before the sun disturbs itself to snuff out, one by one each florescent streetlight’s fizz that crowds...
Charlotte Knight
HELL IS REAL Travelling southbound on Interstate 71, motorists pass a sign which reads HELL IS REAL. It stands in a plowed field and serves as a reminder to all God-fearing farmhands that they must indeed fear God. I am not so easily influenced, I could...
Hilary Hares
The Film-maker and the Poet after ‘A Matter of Life and Death’ (1946) The film-maker begins at the rim of space where he hurls constellations through Shakespeare and war; from a place where he condemns a man to unrequited death. His screen fills...
Charlie Baylis
daphne & moonlight daphne on the bonnet of the car her father stole off with your head daphne in a black lake moonlight plays inside me in the wrong register in the rearview my legs below her legs above the moon is white i slice peaches with magic...
Kevin Higgins
Towards A Dennis O’Driscoll Re-write of A Cesare Pavese Poem Stupid takes after you, its smirk the one you wear while confidently doing whatever it is you do worst. You wouldn’t recognise stupid if it superglued your eyes open, threw a bucket of...