Monthly Archives: February 2014

Katy Ewing

A Love Note  So familiar, it’s like I’ve known you all my life. There’s childish satisfaction in breaking and popping open your spiky green protection to pull you out; wet and sticky like a newborn, fresh and shiny. Your deep … Continue reading

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Alistair Graham

After the Golden Thread Alan in a spill in Lavery’s after performance poetry in golden thread; red wine, like blood, on the back of his hand on bar counter from the splash of tumbling glass We split a 70cl and … Continue reading

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Sam Kolinski

Jelly and Ice Cream In the next room another party ravages on. Speakers huffing out 70s disco, feet rearranging themselves across the canyons of shaggy carpet. Above the shrills I can barely hear myself think yet the weight of your … Continue reading

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Kevin Reid: Two poems

Broken To hell with that winter blue sky, its cold grace like the miraculous medal I had to wear against my hairless chest. When the phoenix of the faithful was a painting of the sacred heart hung above the fireplace, … Continue reading

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Pauline Prior-Pitt

MOMENTS If I could choose three moments, I would choose Walking in wellingtons On wet sand Holding your hand. If I could choose two moments, I would choose In the kitchen, late at night Both slightly tight Putting our world … Continue reading

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Jean Atkin

The Tree Ferns Hold Onto Scotland I came early to the garden, in the birdsong, before traffic. Hid to watch the tree ferns sway their plumes. They sashayed to beats of wind and waved and waved to blue, the soaring … Continue reading

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Andrew Scotston

Winter Storms The sun is beginning to think of dipping her proud golden head Trees covered in winter coats of thick green ivy and moss, Stretch naked fingers to the wind Waving fare thee well to another blustery cold day … Continue reading

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Neil Fulwood

The Window and How to Stare Out of It The size of the window doesn’t matter, nor its state of repair. The frame can be wormed through with age, the windowsill dusty. The view is what counts. A view of … Continue reading

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