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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
Oz Hardwick
The ghost of my mother knows the names of everything, but
she can’t tell me, because ghosts, whatever you have heard
to the contrary, can’t speak.
McLord Selasi
I walk the flat barefoot,
step over old dreams
still curled like cats
in the corners.
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.
Martin Rieser
The river is an old demon
& my heart is an infirm creature
The river is sure of its way
& my heart is capable of lies.
Sreeja Naskar
glass-tooth morning.
salt mouth.
i left the stove on just to feel wanted.
Gordan Struić
Still —
I kept
writing.
Sometimes
just:
“Hi.”
Margaret Poynor-Clark
Inside my bedroom I take a fresh blade
pull off my jumper, examine the ladder
in front of the mirror cut through my laces
rung by rung
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