Today’s choice
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Fran Hayden
Sunflowers
a friend messaged me:
“every time I see sunflowers,
I think of you”
and somehow,
that was all I needed
to remember
that somewhere in this world
I still bloom
in someone else’s mind.
Fran Hayden is an emerging poet and writer based in Suffolk. Her work has been published in IP1 Magazine, and she has performed her poetry at several spoken-word events. Alongside poetry, Fran has written both fiction and non-fiction, appearing in The Independent, The Huffington Post, AThinSliceofAnxiety and other publications.
Matt Gilbert
Disgust springs up from the guts
to meet a sprinting lump
of furry muscle.
Kathleen Bryson
I am the dreaming herpetogaster chimera and
I am part-and-parcel of the impossible animals project.
Scott Lilley
I’ve seen dozens of you about the Fylde,
face all vape, fatigue, some wild sense of
beard, black hair to border it all.
Rich Yates
The bird
crept up on him, threw its voice into an empty tree
Annie Kissack
Girl Awaits the Psychic Investigators They’re late. The table is laid with a clean cloth, all normal and neat. Our visitors, city men, may find it hard to navigate the path but we can wait. They hope to gather evidence of a haunting; whether he’ll...
Jim Murdoch
We don’t decide who we love.
Who we hate, yes,
who we’re jealous of,
but never who we end up loving.
Alex Stolis
It’s 16 below zero. Actual temp. We’re sole owners of the shore, windchill pushes it down to minus 36.
Ashia Mirza
Someone is taking a photo
at a wedding
of their baby
at a celebration.
Phil Vernon
These hills that look towards both weald and waves
hold – in their homesteads, fenced and open land,
trackways and contours – all that’s happened here