Today’s choice
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Autumn Richardson
Hive
What you are –
bodied light, a store of oil
a hive of warm blood
chemicals flooding a brain, calculating
a furnace
filament of awareness in
a palpating dark
a treeless dark
a stone-edged dark
coal river dark.
Flesh and its impermanence.
Autumn Richardson is a poet, editor and translator. Since 2009 she has been co-director of multimedia publishing house Corbel Stone Press. Her most recent pamphlet is The Long Before (CSP 2026). She lives in Connemara, Ireland. www.instagram.com/autumnrichardson_poet
Helen Akers
we’re trying to construct a frame for this
‘highly reactive impulsive emotion’
the nurse is looking into it
Jenny Robb
By the light of a wolf moon,
my father turns mad.
Anne whispers to a girl in the wind,
and a friend blows into my life.
Diane Webster
Squirrels dream of a cougar,
a cougar given permission
to crouch like an assassin
awaiting its prey . . .
Bill Jones
Three jackdaws walked widdershins
around the birdfeeding station.
Zumwalt
I see
how you see
us in meetings:
merchandise
to slip
off
the shelf.
Anya Reeve
Stubborn, we closed our fists
To better ward away the brume
John Grey
it’s more
of a gathering
than a town
Antony Dunn
Have you heard the one about
how I’m hoping to bow out –
playing guitar for the Cure
Alex Scarborough
I measure distance in Spotify playlists
so I can’t be trusted with maps.