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Tina Cole
What Mr. Pig Did
After Paula Rego Prince Pig and his First Bride 2006
Mr. Pig modelling his best Sunday suit of farmyard smells,
flees from the cook’s cleaver to find himself a sow.
This snorty, stinky, porker seeks a succulent female
but finds a golden version of that wonderland Alice
losing herself to the canopy of stars expanding above,
eyes wide, mouth shut. She is clever, passes off her repulsion
as the chill she always feels inside and out, knowing
his simple brain will believe her. His loathsome heaviness
begins a performance of sucking and licking, filthy trotters
kicking hard as a Channel swimmer. He fumbles over the hump
and bowl of her, fearful tusks moving closer to steal ludicrous kisses
that snouty lips can hardly manage. And then that little kettle squeal
like cats fighting in the garden late at night is almost more
than she can bear. They will stay tangled like this until it’s over
or until Alice draws a butcher’s knife from beneath her galaxy
of foaming petticoats waits for blood to cool, clot, coagulate.
Tina Cole has three published pamphlets, I Almost Knew You, (2018), Forged/ Yaffle Press, (2021) and What it Was/ Mark Time Books (2023). Her published poems have appeared in many U.K. magazines, one in The Guardian newspaper and in several poetry collections. She is also a past winner of a number of national poetry competitions 2010 – 2023. She completed an M.A. in creative writing at Manchester Metropolitan University in 2024.
S.C. Flynn
TENTH VIEW OF THE SOUTHERN CROSS
Araucania, Chile, 1800 AD
This is no job for the young, Melipal…
Lauren Sheerman
Offices
matins
as the sun thinks of rising i whisper good morning god into my pillow.
Curtis Brown
Property 26-2-24
After West Bank settlement marketing event… in New Jersey.
Some old masters may have operated in good faith:
unclear how they made their riches.
Vidushi Rijuta
Chances
I had nothing to lose,
so I took a chance.
Hilary Hares
The Crofton Road home team play football with the moon
They have no kit to speak of but compensate
with unshakeable belief they’ll ace the cup.
Sue Finch
The moon is a Punch in the sky.
A boy is carrying a bruise.
And nobody is talking to either of them
about ordinary things.
Heather Holcroft-Pinn
These things I know,
and in knowing, can do . . .
Ruth Higgins
You wrestle the car seat’s five-point harness,
scrabble for a foothold in the new life.
Olive M Ritch
We Need to Talk about Shoes
The right shoes
for work, party, funeral.