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Tamara Evans

 

 

 

Return

Travel West. Submerge yourself
in the M4’s homeward drift.

Remember how
its nightly glow

bewitched the kid
at your bedroom window?

It looked like fire, didn’t it?
Exit at junction 34.

Drop into street view
Follow the lane

down past prickly fields
where swallows zip.

Remember those kids
pulling petals

from clover heads?
Sucking sugar

from each wet tip?
Close your bedroom door.

Listen for tawny owls
and the InterCity.

Watch pipistrelles twist
in the velvet night

like you used to.
As they always did.

You remember, don’t you?
You remember everything.

 

Tamara Evans’s poems have been published in Poetry Wales and in the Write Out Loud Milestones anthology, and selected to appear on buses in London and Brighton in Poetry on the Buses competitions. Find Tamara on bluesky, instagram.

Mark Carson

he dithers round the kitchen, lifts his 12-string from her hook,
strikes a ringing rasgueado, the echo bouncing back
emphatic from the slate flags and off the marble table.

Elly Katz

When naked with myself, I feel where a right elbow isn’t, then is. I let my left palm guide me through the exhibition of my body.

Sarp Sozdinler

As a kid, Nehisi used to sleep in a treehouse. He could curl right into it from his bedroom window. He would have a hard time falling asleep every time his parents got loud or physical.