Today’s choice
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Ella B. Winters
Human
Across the road stands a woman
wearing a child on her heart, her breast-
milk stained t-shirt plays
peek-a-boo with the infant’s
bobbing head, toothless grin
scattering in all directions. The baby
raises her hands like a conductor
readying an orchestra for the first bar.
All traffic is suspended in red
anticipation, eyes trained on the miniature
fingers which, having secured attention,
begin to ripple through the air,
a wordless being commanding the world
with her malcoordinated wave.
The response is instant: exuberant
smiles from parents and children, workworn
builders, the owner of the kebab shop
on the street corner– everyone
complies, waves back, because who can
resist this glorious dictatorship
of swaying palms, grasping air
like treasure, catching each smile
in babyfat creases and tossing it back
into the junction, where it is picked up
like an ancient melody and passed along.
An improvised performance
we can all understand – you are
human, and so am I.
Ella B. Winters (she/they) is a social worker, researcher, and writer, currently living in England. Her poetry often explores themes of identity, memory and belonging. She is working on her PhD.
Dave Wakely
Grandfather/Grandson A hot, dry day in an already arid season. I stumble through stands of age-misshapen oaks, leaves blistering brown as they beckon me into the shade. From time to time, I glimpse a clearing to one side of the path, or a view...
David Lukens
Having earned their wings through evolution
it is almost as though they are loth to use them
preferring familiar earth, the old tree’s broad shadow.
Marnie Cockrill
So, what has brought you in today Mrs…?
Owens. Mrs Owens.
Day Seven of ‘Wonder’ for NPD: Helen Anderson, Sue Johns
When the light returns
I will remind the garden.
Along with the robins
who have cast off
their Christmas card coyness
to mate.
Day Six of ‘Wonder’ for NPD: Martin McKenna, Emma Dandy
it’s the end of the world and i choose
bottom shelf body wash, top shelf
shampoo. almost all the way over the
edge, i choose brand name bleach, leave
Day Five of ‘Wonder’ for NPD: Shanta Acharya, Sue Finch, Miriam Otto
I step into the darkness as the last light fades.
The stars are not there yet. The campfire gleams
in grey ash. And I am alone with the night.
Day Four of ‘Wonder’ for NPD: Rupert Loydell, Nick Cooke, Dave Hubble
Down the great hill we plunged,
not scared of picking up speed
because that was the point,
running fast as a horse.
Day Three of ‘Wonder’ for NPD: Math Jones, Jean Atkin, Kate Noakes
We’ll find the beach, but first through
the flowering wood, there’s celandine,
little suns of spring, casting.
Day Two of ‘Wonder’ for NPD: Geraldine Stoneham, Guinevere Clark and Annette Skade
I stop reading
but learn the alphabet again,
live on boiled eggs, phonetics,
broccoli heads