Today’s choice

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S Reeson

 

 

 

Lightbulb Moment

only now  is it apparent     how
dishonouring a body is a crime

why did this not            imprint
light up       in me           before

that when in films       lynching
desecration               has a price

gives value           to oppression
wilfully unseeing       the reality

past the being        passed a task
that the wicked will      embrace

we worship         time and place
empathy       requires         more

before       there was a darkness
now I am    a filament   of truth

 

 

S Reeson is a multi-disciplined artist who has been published by The Poetry Society, Bloomsbury/OneWorld and many others. In 2025, they are part of an ekphrastic installation at Space Studios in Ilford. A second pamphlet, Forest Management, will also be released.

Cindy Botha

what shows up at dusk
 
moths of course, pale parings―
filmy, restless
dark swarf of birds homeflitting
to perch-trees
sometimes a hedgehog
nosing leaflitter
an owl wooing from the pines

Vic Pickup

Operation Alphaman

It took a great effort and I had to bite hard on the stick
to push the subcostal muscles aside.
The skin had parted easily under my knife,
though keeping the blood at bay with no one to swab the wound
was difficult. This was remedied with a vacuum cleaner

Julian Brasington

When one has lived a long time alone
and not alone your time become
someone’s history and you have grown
tired of yet another war and the world
has it in for you simply for being

Nick Browne

Woman in the water

I’m no Ophelia, that’s for sure crazy stuff is not my style,
no garland weeds around my head it’s spindrift foam not daisies.