Today’s choice
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Mark Rutter
Well
after Thomas A Clark
when the people are gone
and the wooden house
has been burned down
to recover its nails
for a short while afterwards
there may flourish
a small orchard
and a well
blinking at the sky
Mark Rutter’s poems have appeared in magazines and anthologies in the UK and US, most recently Morphrog, Petrichor Journal, and The PoPoGrou Anthology. His most recent poetry publications are Simple Cells (inkCONCRETE) and Sky-Burial (Coast to Coast to Coast).
Tristan Moss
I try
not to think
about my daughter’s
condition
when I
hug her
Susan J. Atkinson
I tell you my heart is breaking
but the heart has four chambers
and is not shaped like a heart at all
Peter Daniels
No, no one is who they think they are,
nor what we think they are, either:
the demon inside is thinking it
and you can’t tell him.
Paul Stephenson
Like one of those horses
on the carousel
going round and round in circles
sliding up and down a pole
Rob A. Mackenzie
Everything is moving. I have to remind myself
it’s a flat canvas and behind it a wall that’s solid
as I am.
Melanie Branton
A vixen or a reason. A
rave. No air, no sex, nor
Charlotte Oliver
On a bench outside Next,
a punctured woman
traces circles in the air with
a pale finger
Peter Devonald
He is bitterest regrets,
dark chocolate, olives and kale,
The Telegraph and Magritte’s
pipe, the treachery of images.
Anne Ryland
Restless two-hundred-year-old village elder,
a ragged playground of words, or is it weeds –
fragments of chant to slaps of skipping rope.