Today’s choice

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Craig Dobson

 

 

 

Down the Dank Way
Out of morning
a misted light,
glowing fire
in the air.
Bare trees,
frozen.
A paling sky.
The ground’s
hoary pelt.
Dark river,
whisps
of vapour
on its surface,
like wights
stalking
the remains
of night.
Craig has had poetry, short fiction and drama published in several magazines and is working towards his first collection of poetry.

Warren Mortimer

& you’ll understand if i leave open this theatre of air
not as the invite for another loss
but to honour their world unwilling to collapse

Jena Woodhouse

Language reinvents itself,
coruscates in signs on walls;
falls silent, mute as clay and stone
on tablets that enshrine its form.

Jenny Hockey

That’s when she went to ground,
after she disobeyed, painted her plastic tea set
red, hidden away in the playhouse they built
down where bindweed draped