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Philip Rush

by | Jan 17, 2025 | ,

 

 

 

Rolled-Up Sleeves

Tom’s advice, mind you,
was to drink hot chocolate
last thing at night
on a garden bench
beneath the moon.

So, we sat there.
Our eyes grew accustomed
to monochrome
and to the unusual grammars
of darkness.

A hazel-nut or two
fell from the tall & leafy tree.
Occasionally
there was
a rustle in the hedge.

Our hot chocolate
perfumed the garden
with a touch of the exotic.
The air did not feel cold
on our bare arms.

 

 

Philip Rush was born in Middlesex. Big Purple Garden Paintings was short-listed for the Aldeburgh First Collection Prize; he has also collaborated with the photographer Andrew Fusek Peters. His most recent book of poems is Camera Obscura from The Garlic Press.

Emma Lee

by | Dec 3, 2023 | ,

      Snow’s Reset The roofs blend with the snow-laden clouds, borders softened so it’s only memory that differentiates my space from my neighbour’s. The wet smell confuses pets whose footprints meander over territorial edges, leave crazed patterns like...

Lisa Rossetti

by | Dec 2, 2023 | ,

      Toughened Bark it takes a hefty blow sometimes to split you open a sharpened blade to split through years of tough old bark in the deeper channels feel how sap and resin thicken sap to carry nourishment keeping the woodiness supple resin to...

Maggie Mackay

by | Dec 1, 2023 | ,

A thirty-year-old woman walks into
the wee sma’ hours of a December
night. Snow is light
on her hair and the back
garden shrubs. It thickens. The sky
turns white. She stands still.

Jemma Walsh

by | Nov 27, 2023 | ,

    Siberian Larkspur     Jemma Walsh is an Irish poet based in London. She is currently doing an MA in Creative and Life Writing at Goldsmiths College. Her work has been published in The Irish Times, Moth Magazine, HOWL Magazine, Crossways...