Today’s choice
Previous poems
Fran Hayden
Sunflowers
a friend messaged me:
“every time I see sunflowers,
I think of you”
and somehow,
that was all I needed
to remember
that somewhere in this world
I still bloom
in someone else’s mind.
Fran Hayden is an emerging poet and writer based in Suffolk. Her work has been published in IP1 Magazine, and she has performed her poetry at several spoken-word events. Alongside poetry, Fran has written both fiction and non-fiction, appearing in The Independent, The Huffington Post, AThinSliceofAnxiety and other publications.
Tom Kelly
At thirteen I am competing with James Joyce,
encouraging pain, at the very least discomfort.
Nick McGaughey
And here you are slid from the rain
under my door, “s” -ing along the cool
checks in the hallway.
Poetry from UEA MA Scholars 2024/2025: Grace Phillips and On Zi Rui
You bought peppermint and bubbles,
monologued in the corner.
You barely looked at me twice.
– Grace Phillips
I looked at the neon lights
Gazing, I asked myself :
“What am I sourcing for now that I am without you ?”
– On Zi Rui
Jade Prince
What is here for us but these walls and the
pearls of sweet yearning behind them
Esha Volvoikar
The earth cracks and we are left
with the same shared moon.
She peers through my lattice window
and hides behind your city’s smoke.
Violeta Zlatareva
The neighbor is a devout woman.
She bakes bread and lights candles
Robin Vaughan-Williams
I’ve got all this money lying around.
Have you got anything you can do with it?
Rizwan Akhtar
What fell between an abrupt shower
and a sky’s attitude was your memory.
Jeff Gallagher
Colleagues munching bap and burger
thought Ramadan was that juicy winger,
his scorching pace soon snaffled up by City.