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Sarah Crowe
wig
they gave me the cold
cap to stop my chemo
hair falling out
brain freeze
for hours
a tight band of nausea
but still my hair fell out
i swept up my gold
and silver
hairs
washed them
laid them out to dry
in neat lines
on an old multicoloured
beach towel
threaded a tapestry needle
with my hairs
sewed them through a perished
rubber swimming hat
smelling of summers
chlorine
talc
i wore my wig
to let my hair down
danced with myself
round my empty house
Sarah Crowe is a poet based in Norwich. She has an MA in Poetry (UEA). She has published in Ink Sweat & Tears, Egg Box Publishing and South Bank Poetry magazine and was recently longlisted in the Dithering Chaps pamphlet competition.
Paul Fenn
To impress you, I became
a seven-year-old son of Sparta.
A little hard man, crayon
marching down the page.
Ruth Aylett
God had been playing computer games
for a chunk of eternity when he became aware
he’d left creation in the oven for a long time
Chris Campbell
The View From This Hospital Window
I admire an empty bench for hours –
then a glum couple sit to share strawberries.
Patrick Deeley
He sees a stainless-steel spoon
burned off at the base,
a bunch of wild flowers dropped,
Eliot North
Explaining to my little man
about proportion,
he responds with feeling:
a picture of daddy
with thousands of fingers.
Jeanette Burton
What is this, a family outing?
Yes, dad, that’s exactly what this is, I want to say to him
as I open the car door, climb into the front seat,
remembering those marvellous trips to the tip at Loscoe.
CS Crowe
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Carole Bromley
I don’t know why I went,
I’d already heard about the time
a colleague’s husband turned up
at the staff barbecue and punched him.
Lisa Falshaw
A mother teaches her Neurodiverse child colours
What colour is the dog?
The dog is brown.
Can you see the brown dog?