Today’s choice

Previous poems

Craig Dobson

 

 

 

Down the Dank Way
Out of morning
a misted light,
glowing fire
in the air.
Bare trees,
frozen.
A paling sky.
The ground’s
hoary pelt.
Dark river,
whisps
of vapour
on its surface,
like wights
stalking
the remains
of night.
Craig has had poetry, short fiction and drama published in several magazines and is working towards his first collection of poetry.

Tim Kiely

The Abbot of Kosljun Monastery Considers the Cyclopean Lamb
He suppresses a shudder as he summons
the brothers from the library; shows…

Leigh Manley

Should You Wish to Imagine Poetry in Ventricular Ectopy
False starts, I’m aching to roll with you,
though you catch me stumbling off beat latches…

Curtis Brown

Property 26-2-24

After West Bank settlement marketing event… in New Jersey.

Some old masters may have operated in good faith:
unclear how they made their riches.