Today’s choice
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Britta Giersche
3am
a wooden door slams shut in my brain
a man perishes in a space the size of his grave from malnutrition eighty years ago
(I travel on my mother’s electric waves that held their spoken words’ shape)
I am sorry that the thud left a hole in your dream like a lost stitch in a schoolgirl’s needlework
the drumming of car tyres forms a mirror-like sound on the asphalt road
a beam of light casts a languorous glance over our bodies
for six seconds
(the length of a yawn)
I catch the warm updraft, rising from your breathing
Britta Giersche is German. She lives in London and is writing her first book of poetry.
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Jemma Walsh
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Cormac Culkeen
Stay silent
under eyes of stars
quietly watching,
Rebecca Gethin
I won’t forget her on the beach – fur the colours of sand.
We wouldn’t have spotted her were it not for the jiggle
of her gait, the turn of her head with ears pricked,
the spine’s taut bow and torque of her hocks.
Sarah Hulme
you
stoop
& shell
your self
touch
in gustgasp
Sue Proffitt
You stopped the car in the lane just before our driveway.
I didn’t ask why. Chestnut trees leaned in on either side,
the damp air breathed. You sat there, looking straight ahead
and said there’s nothing worse than being queer.
Arun Jeetoo
This is how it starts.
Champion of every round,
Finlay Worrallo
one for hurting / for loveless / for rinsing yourself off afterwards
and meeting your eye in the bathroom mirror and saying firmly
you have not made a mistake / for a mistake