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Martin Rieser

 

 

 

…tell it slant

The river is an old demon
& my heart is an infirm creature
The river is sure of its way
& my heart is capable of lies.
The river is incapable of lies
& my heart is beating,  beat on beat.
The river flows from high to low
& my heart is on its own journey.
The river is a twisted truth.

The mountain is indifferent
& truth is best told slant.
The mountain looks down on us all
& truth is there to knock us sideways.
The mountain has an old white head.
& truth holds us to its heart
The mountain will save or kill
& truth is moving through the world.
The mountain wishes for nothing
& truth is never silent.
The truth is going to set us free
& the mountain will wear away.

 

 

Martin Rieser is both a poet and visual artist. His interactive installations based on his poetry have been shown around the world, He runs the Stanza poetry group in Bristol. Published: Poetry Review, Magma 74, Morphrog 22; Poetry kit;  Primers Volume 3, Artlyst Anthology 2020. Alchemy Spoon 2022, Ink Sweat and Tears 2019/2023, Shortlisted: Frosted Fire 2019 /2022, Charles Causeley Prize 2020;;  runner up Norman Nicholson 2020,; Winner of the Hastings Poetry Competition 2021.

Kirsty Crawford

Elizabeth is hiding in the cupboard under the sink
Small enough to fold between cream cleaner and floor polish
Too big to keep elbows away from wire wool

Katie Beswick

You wouldn’t believe how quick they grew —
Our babies were men now. Lifting bags of concrete
they rebuilt cities, slab by slab, reinforcing cracks.

HLR

I find six errors in the proofreading manual & the irony doesn’t tickle me.
I am enraged by typos, poor formatting, missing commas. This is my Big Girl Job,
the one I always wanted —

Angela Howarth Martinot

What seems to be the problem ? He asks
in that slightly condescending tone.
Seems,     I think,      Seems.
It seems, I say,
that I have a problem with my inner fish,

Bianca Pina

My Dad once dismissed a friend as a hypocrite,
which I took to be an induction to the truth.
Lately though, I think the things I love in you
I love because they’re grossly inconsistent.