Poem

'Early Morning at the Mercy' a poem by Dorothy Porter

Dorothy Porter
Wednesday, 25 November 2020

This six a.m. moment
in the cool-blue cool
of early morning
is not eternal.

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'Galleria' a poem by Jennifer Harrison

Jennifer Harrison
Wednesday, 25 November 2020

I’ve been trying to place love
in the exhibit for inspection
but there are fees to be perfected.

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Simaetha

Gig Ryan
Wednesday, 25 November 2020

Where are my bay leaves and charms, my bowl with crimson flowers
while he inexorable
has gone from my bed like a dress
Distance: spells of fire wreathe you ...

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The Slaughter

Judith Beveridge
Wednesday, 25 November 2020

We bent the camels’ legs back at the knees
and bound them with rope, then we tethered them
to a tree and left them in the scorching heat.
The whole camp aromatic with onion, cardamom ...

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God

David McCooey
Thursday, 22 October 2020

God, the lonely father,
shuffles through the
corridors of heaven,
haunted by angels –
memories of desire,
the source of nostalgia.

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My Compliment Is Not A Tulip

Luke Beesley
Thursday, 22 October 2020

- What type of truck?
- A fire truck.

The taper of a cup
sitting pretty in a circle –

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Portraits of the Future

Judith Bishop
Thursday, 22 October 2020

i.
Look, said the sonographer, your sister says hello!
A black photo
where the future rival sucks a thumb-to-be.
Never in all history
was such a portent visible
without a guiding star ...

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New Work Metaphorics

Toby Fitch
Thursday, 22 October 2020

'Feeling pneumataphoric, I sublate my              I’ve got over 73

long working days into more              tabs open in my hot

spatially, cognitively              skull right now, one of which ...'

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To Hassan

Sarah Day
Thursday, 22 October 2020

'And to the other men from Afghanistan,
and Iran and Iraq, who prepared a feast for me
one midday, years ago on my way to work,
laid the clean sheet smooth ...'

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For Noting

Kate Lilley
Thursday, 24 September 2020

A creeping association might doldrum
your bullet points and action items
resembling life grid passing then gone
change my number leave me alone
give no ear to charms ...

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