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T N Kennedy
Forever Spring
inside the apiary it is always spring
human beings and honey bees cohabiting
pursuing life everlasting for our species
which is the universe opening its eyes
50 per cent humidity 21 degrees celsius
simulated sunlight cold and bone white
substitute pollen surrogate nectar
tricks to tempt the bees to linger
and keep the honey flowing the keepers
do not live there but wish to farm
those tiny furred workers mining
for a different kind of gold a perpetual
nourishment machine some kind
of twenty-first century alchemy
T N Kennedy is a Londoner of Irish heritage who writes poetry, fiction and songs. In 2025, her written work appeared in The Amphibian and Ink Sweat & Tears. She is currently working on a debut poetry collection and a novel. She blogs at apostilian.com
Maryam Seyf
You and I sit
facing each other
in dialogue
across the table
Kerry Darbishire
Imagine a spring day drawing out possibilities
the newness of life, sisters in long skirts digging
tangled ground, breaking bones and loam wild
Paul Chuks
Newton didn’t discover gravity
The apple did.
Lola Dekhuijzen
the window is a derivative landscape
painting: streaks of blue for a sky,
Rupert Loydell
With the completion of mindset
my life is in order, two weeks after
the day before.
Rachael Hill
Those times my tongue becomes a lemon
filling my mouth with bitter pith
John Doyle
I hide a knife amongst a bush longing to burn,
days like these are plots from a heathen’s bible.
William Coniston
My second cousin twice removed arrived in May
at her old nest in the eaves of the ruined barn.
Simon Williams
A white cloak that folds like a shopping bag,
like a Pac-a-mac with pagan overtones,
much larger when unfolded than a pocket,
a TARDIS of a cloak.