Today’s choice
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Simon Maddrell
Bringing Pilates to Attention
Four years in Knockaloe was a living
inspiration for inventor Joseph Pilates.
His self-contained exercise in mental-
physical health spawned a method which
he called Contrology — corrective drills
grown within the camp. All of them
rounded up & shipped there demonstrates
the art of controlled body movements.
Alien detainment being The Universal
Reformer — a piece of equipment feeling
& looking like a workout rather than what
it really is — a non-regulated professional
practice. Albeit 3,000 guards won’t agree
considering their emphasis on alignment.
The Spine Corrector, Ladder Barrel and
Pedi-Poles were used for issues confined
to a prescribed area. However, there is no
proof that any of this improved balance
or even does now — proof that there are
only some things you can make right.
Simon Maddrell appears in Gutter, Magma, Poetry Wales, SAND, Southword, The Rialto, Under the Radar, and many others. Their sixth pamphlet is Patient L1 (Polari Press, 2025). Out-Spoken Press will publish Simon’s debut collection in Feb 2026. Find @simonmaddrell almost everywhere. Instagram: http://www.instagram.com/simonmaddrell Website: https://www.simonmaddrell.com
William Collins
We carry the shame of Paragraph 352D
folded into suitcases at foreign borders,
where love is questioned like a crime,
and disbelief stamped heavier than visas.
They tell us to run for our lives —
but only if we can do it quietly.
Oz Hardwick
The ghost of my mother knows the names of everything, but
she can’t tell me, because ghosts, whatever you have heard
to the contrary, can’t speak.
McLord Selasi
I walk the flat barefoot,
step over old dreams
still curled like cats
in the corners.
Warren Mortimer
& you’ll understand if i leave open this theatre of air
not as the invite for another loss
but to honour their world unwilling to collapse
Jena Woodhouse
Language reinvents itself,
coruscates in signs on walls;
falls silent, mute as clay and stone
on tablets that enshrine its form.
Martin Rieser
The river is an old demon
& my heart is an infirm creature
The river is sure of its way
& my heart is capable of lies.
Sreeja Naskar
glass-tooth morning.
salt mouth.
i left the stove on just to feel wanted.
Gordan Struić
Still —
I kept
writing.
Sometimes
just:
“Hi.”
Margaret Poynor-Clark
Inside my bedroom I take a fresh blade
pull off my jumper, examine the ladder
in front of the mirror cut through my laces
rung by rung