Today’s choice
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Fran Hayden
Sunflowers
a friend messaged me:
“every time I see sunflowers,
I think of you”
and somehow,
that was all I needed
to remember
that somewhere in this world
I still bloom
in someone else’s mind.
Fran Hayden is an emerging poet and writer based in Suffolk. Her work has been published in IP1 Magazine, and she has performed her poetry at several spoken-word events. Alongside poetry, Fran has written both fiction and non-fiction, appearing in The Independent, The Huffington Post, AThinSliceofAnxiety and other publications.
Trelawney
What is holding you back from building your wormery?
You can’t say there isn’t the time. Everyone has the time
when it comes to a wormery. Born with the right tools to hand.
David Van-Cauter
…4am and the birdsong begins, a wet January in a new city and I’m alone watching a man in Minnesota, murdered for protecting a woman from a fascist hit squad. . .
Tim Dwyer
Unexpectedly
My neighbour
opens her window
for fresh salty air
Paul Moclair
Their shore leave over,
. . . the spirits of the dead are bid farewell
until that time next year, when ritual
grants them reprieve again.
Susan Elizabeth Hale
Sometimes words are the only thing
that get you through,
But not the words you think,
not a word like love or hope
those are imprecise.
Seán Street
We lit a candle for you
that day in Sacre Coeur,
under its white-flame dome
as high as Paris could go
Marjory Woodfield
On Kinley’s Lane, quince tree, wild blackberries, branches of feijoa reaching over a fence, fallen fruit.
Ian Seed
What was the Welsh for ‘hedgehog’? That was what he wanted to know.
Sue Wallace-Shaddad
Rectangular, with corners cut off like an octagon, muddy brown shows through the cream exterior where the edges are chipped.