Poetry

Poetry

Misty Morning at Ash Slack

By Patrick Wright: Mists of the East Ridingsthrough two embracing ash trees. The moon was out, a pamplemousse moon.Under black buds of nuinn where moorland bled to slack,I found lots of bird’s-foot-trefoil, scented lily-of-the-valley – my birth month flower – and felled trees gone back to nature.Seeds dropped to mulch near a disused railway line […]

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Poetry

Countdown

By Ian C Smith: In nocturnal limbo, untethered from sleep since 2.30, body aching, checklist of not-to-be-left-behinds reducing like ended experiences sintering away, months morphing into years, or waves washing below the light aircraft he boards in hours and minutes counting down, he can’t stop check-listing a spun out life. Averse to a homecoming of […]

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Poetry

Bishop’s Pool: A Poem

By Ciarán O’Rourke: This poem has roots in the sea, and time:  in Bishop’s Pool, when we slipped the plunging sun… and let the wrack-blue waters  haul and hold, com-pletely plumb  our bodies’ bird-boned, drifting shiver down to the merrow dark below,  where breakers breathe and the green foam drops  a hundred waysto shadow: yes,  dropped and spilled our names afresh as […]

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Poetry

College Students on Saturday Nights

By Kell Xavier: Held in a burst of fluorescent lights that wear the cloth of pinprick stars, pink petals of luminous shops sell kebabs, korma, train-over-rail harmonious sounds. Yellow glows on faces turned down low. Empathy sits with me; self-enveloping. Restaurants pool with comfort, a warm bliss that I gather and fold under my armpits, […]

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Island

By Kell Xavier: The house is at the top of a long driveway, paved years ago and strewn with gravel. On this hill, one can see the blue mountains, rain like steam in a different city. There are candy cane lilies in the front yard, and delicate yellow flowers hang from a twist of a […]

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Poetry

From Travail to Travel

By Ian C Smith: On Saturday mornings in post-war London he thrills to the idea of escape.  For sixpence he sees a hero, dressed more like a movie star than a cowboy, elude a dull-witted gang, sidling from a spot tighter than his belt and boots, while the juvenile audience, escaped from grey boredom, jeers […]

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The Young Biologists

By Kate Rogers: They are in Hong Kongfour days only,found my hiking group online.They are surprisedby the highland city-state,its emerald cleavageof valleys,swaying stands of bamboo.Meiying—small, eyes soap-stone grey—tells me,Mother is Chinese. I’ve never met my father—some garden variety white guy—in Asia long enoughto find love. Boyfriend Bogdanis six feet—twice Meiying’s height.Born in Russia. Strawblond. Silent.Both […]

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Elsewhere: A poem by Patrick Wright

The ambulance wends its way through conifers. All screamsdéjà vu. They give you room 16. It reminds me of our hotelin negative. I share a sense of prescience. You on a gurneysay ‘it’s by design’, which again was expected. Shuffled in, your glass doors open to a garden of squirrels.Close, the jingle of an ice […]

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Claxton Brick Ponds

By Samuel W. James: The water’s a long way from the road,through fields and a wood without a pathwhere dry twigs aim for the eyes. There are ditches filled with bramblesto be leapt over, before the green snakeskinof the pond appears. In a stream connected with the main bodythere is some clear, though still, waterwhere the white flesh […]

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Poetry: Zenith, by Shirley Jones-Luke

Ancient mariners were guided by a celestial spherethey revered it like worshipers of a false idolthat’s why many ships were swallowed by angry seassailors’ cries of help silenced by waves of tormentwreckage of their lost lives scavenged by the villagers A mast holds up the roof of my cottage on a neighboring beachlike a sundial […]

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