Today’s choice
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Andrea Small
Night Out
a flower is not a heron
does not stand on one leg
spear-billed over golden carp
does not rise on wide wings
neck curving into the blue
flight like a slow heartbeat
a heartbeat is not a flight
does not lift a wary body
translate a girl into a bird
a bird is not a girl
does not freeze
at a rough shout
does not run
down a dark street, her hand
a key-bladed hedgehog
does not endure
the instruction to understand
she was asking for it
Andrea Small is a multi-disciplinary artist. She has an MA in Poetry from MMU; her poetry has been published in journals and anthologies. Andrea lives in Sheffield, believes that we can all sing, and is learning to be a clown.www.andreasmall.co.uk
Chen-ou Liu
this fresh morning
so much like the others …
yet starlings shape-shift
Jim Paterson
A Tuesday morning in November
out on the street taking in the bins.
As a flight of crows flashed past
the street lights went out.
Andy Humphrey
Noises are louder now: the kesh
of tyres on tarmac slicked
with leaves. Rain’s drumming thunder.
Chrissie Gittins
When you’ve used one handle to open the door,
use the other handle to close it.
Morgan Harlow
She hadn’t lost a child but if she had she imagined it would be like that.
Antony Owen and Martin Figura on Remembrance Day
Let fathers bind their sons
to altars, so the wind
might winnow the chaff.
Stephen C. Curro
calm river
again, his fishing line
caught on a tree
James Norcliffe
Sarsaparilla Road
travels through swamps
and reeds, over a black
water creek and a narrow bridge
David Hanlon
Not in that parking lot,
not in that residential area,
not in that blue car
splashed with mud.