Monthly Archives: March 2014

Stephen Watt

Fifa Widow She had worn referee black to commemorate his passing; and his tackling and his shooting. Nephews and nieces found it confusing that birthday cards were only signed by their aunt – assuming that their uncle was away on … Continue reading

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Stephen Porter

Brazil ‘This is Brazil’ someone said but it was impossibly small. More like Scotland or the Basque Country enclosed in modest mountains under grey feathers of snow. Awake, the back of my head on a pillow of sand a canopy … Continue reading

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Peter Richards: Two poems

An Uncomplicated Road If all roads lead to Rome then how do bus drivers ever get to other places? Roads are tangled like discarded laces and we choose the one that’s right for us. You might think that if you … Continue reading

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Irene Cunningham: Two poems

March Spring is on hold while the rain catches up. I keep thinking of running the rake through the clumped grass; I want to comb it out, untangle last season’s dead, make way for machinery. I have visions of me … Continue reading

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Oonah V Joslin

Great Gaia’s Flood She has measured the weight of our children’s children and the toxicity of our careless intent. Has suffered our scorching industrial contempt, rape of the ground, ravaged sky, choked ocean gyres the size of Texas turning, turning. … Continue reading

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Lyn Moir: two poems

Waymarkers Stations of the cross or wayside calvaries, arches of bone, rib vaults enclosing a gaping nave, these are milestones. Hooves beyond numbering, one-toed or two, naked or shod, have cut desert tracks with loads of spices, silk, cotton, gold, … Continue reading

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Mary Franklin

Blue Nude Steam from showers and baths makes this seem a wet room an odd place for Picasso’s Nu de Dos but she appears to ignore this embracing her knees and trying to regress in search of security her back … Continue reading

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