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Jim Paterson

 

 

 

One For The Crow

A Tuesday morning in November
out on the street taking in the bins.
As a flight of crows flashed past
the street lights went out.

My neighbour, very good at counting,
said it was a coincidence,
but it looked as if the crows
put the lights out.

I asked him to put a figure
on how sure he was of that.

 

 

Jim Paterson worked in the Scottish Highlands for many years, now living in Perpignan, France. Recent work in City of Poets, Ink, Sweat & Tears, Poetry Bus, Antae Journal. Two pamphlets, Grit 1 and 2, upcoming book, RSVP, with Michel Borla. https://jwdpaterson.wordpress.com

Emily A. Taylor

I move my hand long
so yours will follow, and though
this moment tastes of tequila soda
paracetamol pillowed on a fizzing tongue
amnesia… pull me in anyway.

Steph Morris

No way would they let him keep that tag. They saw
a boy they must rename, must mark
from them, a boy whose limbs folded far too gently,

Eryn McDonald

It is here that the day breaks apart
Like ice on frustrated frozen pond
Here in the grounds of Ashton Court
I wish to bury myself amongst the green

Stephen Keeler

The days were huge and kind
and sometimes after school

we’d buy a bag of broken biscuits
for the long walk home

across the heavy heat of afternoon
on lucky days she wouldn’t take

the pennies offered up in supplication

Joseph Blythe

I swear I felt the swirly patterned paper
rip from the walls of my childhood bedroom.
It was the same stained cream shade as my skin –
pockmarked, cut and scabbed, dry and peeling…..