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Jim Paterson
One For The Crow
A Tuesday morning in November
out on the street taking in the bins.
As a flight of crows flashed past
the street lights went out.
My neighbour, very good at counting,
said it was a coincidence,
but it looked as if the crows
put the lights out.
I asked him to put a figure
on how sure he was of that.
Jim Paterson worked in the Scottish Highlands for many years, now living in Perpignan, France. Recent work in City of Poets, Ink, Sweat & Tears, Poetry Bus, Antae Journal. Two pamphlets, Grit 1 and 2, upcoming book, RSVP, with Michel Borla. https://jwdpaterson.wordpress.
Matthew James Friday
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weave into flags, fix on coins
but what of the victims?
How come no one ever glories the fish . . .
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Think what it must have been like for her
fasting from sunrise to moonrise, to wake up
three hours before dawn, bathe, apply sindoor
on the parting of her hair line . . .
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Angela France
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to a blur, all colour and definition leached
David Van-Cauter
Two calls this morning – flood of tears…
She cannot eat a single thing they give her.
Dan Stathers
A long way from the quags of Nova Scotia,
stowaway beneath the cherry laurel thicket,
more triffid than cabbage . . .
Sarah L Dixon’
I fall in love with Leeds Coach Station, Holts pints,
a shared fish supper from Arkwrights.
Simon Alderwick
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in the beginning,
there was light.
and light said:
let there be god.
and god meant: everything
touched by light.
Tim Kiely
The Abbot of Kosljun Monastery Considers the Cyclopean Lamb
He suppresses a shudder as he summons
the brothers from the library; shows…