Monthly Archives: January 2014
Phil Wood
Pearl Translucence, a simple glaze of indigo and woad for her background. There is no clutter of lovers’ letters, no stage of maps and lutes. In abeyance she turns to gaze at him, a brush of light parting her lips. … Continue reading
Andrew Hunter: Two poems
dog rose cows come here now taking hawthorns for shelter come winter come sun the hoof-cut turf impossible to walk on. buttercups turn face to the heat each with a slug spit stem. quarrymen take from the gravel pit their … Continue reading
McGuire
Peach Coal of fire, velvet furred, a bullet in its black heart. Soft flesh barnacled to hard stone. Bite into that pulse, that sponge of moist sun. Colour floods the mouth citrus gushes, bursts a brief light show, mashing sweet … Continue reading
Victoria Hamilton
The Wait. Long minutes and days. Fingers twitch buttons, Willing his want through Wires and ethers. Like black broken tape, Hands climb up breast bones And pale legs entwine. Thumbs smear wet lips as Gasps and words linger In tortured mind’s … Continue reading
Andy Thornton
The Gathering Place “This is where you will stand,” his mother told him, “In the warm days of Summer you will gather here, as your grand-parents and great grand-parents and all those who have gone before. This is where your … Continue reading
Lily Levinson
Clay He gave me honey whiskey and sweet wine at night in New Orleans. I drank moonshine and it silvered my tongue. I kissed his mouth. I’d followed the Mississippi down South. The archipelago of his backbone rose from the … Continue reading
Alexander Champion: Five haiku
Sunday 28th July 2013, Five haiku from a walk with Colin Will Relentless downpour, Cannot crush the spirit of The fledgling Rowan. —– Alarmed at our steps, The snail runs back to cover, Fast as it can go. —– One … Continue reading
Hamish Scott: Two poems
A Laverock’s Nest Ma bit is like a nest tae me an me a kin o laverock be for ordnar here ma life A dree but nous an thans tak flicht an sing ma poesie Wirds A langage … Continue reading
The Open Mouse 