Poem

'Crying on cue', a new poem by Anthony Lynch

Anthony Lynch
Thursday, 28 November 2013

An American wannabe child star
told the workshop of his still-born
brother. How his mother had said
the lost one, endlessly cast in a silent

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'Yellow', a new poem by Felicity Plunkett

Felicity Plunkett
Wednesday, 27 November 2013
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In their crucibles they attempt a new kind of tea
every day, usually through a combination of
Methods, such as the fox method, the hydrangea
method and the sunlight method this is a colour-

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'Descending Geese at Katada', a new poem by Paula Bohince

Paula Bohince
Wednesday, 27 November 2013

As flown from orange sunset, over mountain-
shaded sea, at eventide. As boats
are drawn in, sails begin to undress, or arrive anxious,
fully bare-masted. Fishermen navigate reeds

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'Exile', a new poem by Dan Disney

Dan Disney
Thursday, 31 October 2013

I spent the first years of my life in a valley

                    sitting in woods muttering the occult business of little folktales;

                                        madness sometimes works

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'The Fishhouse Review', a new poem by Anthony Lawrence

Anthony Lawrence
Thursday, 31 October 2013

The storm had passed through –
the bric-a-brac, hurly burly, the rough and tumble
racketing down the road:
a clothes horse at full sail

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'Soar', a new poem by A. Frances Johnson

A. Frances Johnson
Thursday, 31 October 2013

It began with structural analysis of a dragonfly wing.
The first task was to create
flow in the DelFly II.
Wing flexibility in ‘clap-and-fling’

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'Laugh', a new poem by Thomas Shapcott

Thomas Shapcott
Friday, 27 September 2013

What is it about laughter that makes us lift
As if the burden might be gone or the weight
Be somehow alleviated? Laughter is just noise.

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'Steady Fetters', a new poem by Emma Lew

Emma Lew
Friday, 27 September 2013

Drive one nail out with another,that’s our only hope.
We can’t live any more like birds on a branch,
because the murderous past never stops,
not even at night.

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'The Dying Art', a new poem by Michelle Cahill

Michelle Cahill
Tuesday, 27 August 2013

Afterwards, Jiah Khan slung her red silk dupatta
from a ceiling joist in her Juhu beach apartment,
my viral-stricken buck rattled to sleep curled by
my bed, and I woke to the cold body of silence –

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