Monthly Archives: April 2014
Eileen Carney Hulme
Following Your Footsteps Afternoon waves break as I bend beachcombing, to unearth the past, carpet shells, cowries and a banded venus, others crushed, unrecognisable, like centuries old hearts shattered into a thousand pieces I dip my hands into sea blue … Continue reading
Marion McCready
Rhubarb growing in the corner of the garden and she tending to it the way some women treat their dogs like substitute children. Nightly, she listens to the pop of bulb, creak of stem, rhubarb crowns breaking through the shoddy. In … Continue reading
Des Dillon
American sweetheart Nothing’s moving in the dawn’s early light except that grey wolf on the tracks. Utah trains hurtle cold from night frosting the dawn. Day and dollar rise. Lust is a machine, she feeds on flesh. Trickles of nickels … Continue reading
Johnni Stanton: Two senryu
Two senryu Northern Soul of a poet Hartlepool’s own son Dalek pheromones abound The steel roses grow so high In Dunbar’s garden The sound of a saxophone. Copyright © Johnni Stanton 2014
Brian Johnstone: Two poems
Out-Station Where we stopped the car was close enough to see menace implicit in the raised palm of the fence, its upper case commands that we go no farther, take no photographs even of the view we drove up this … Continue reading
The Open Mouse 