Monthly Archives: December 2015
Sally Evans
In an old country The young woman long forgotten except by her older self, stepped out of this known but large and puzzling place into an unknown world, stepped out of it onto a yellow bus at Devil’s Bridge, … Continue reading
Anthony Mott
Standing Stand by my grave if you must Toss chocolate, damp earth, Wet white tears, Maybe an idle comment From the cavern of your tongue Unleash a flower. Almost withered It reaches my unshaken hand My deaf fingers. Stand by … Continue reading
Hugh McMillan
Torches Burn Bright: (Romeo and Juliet) I am not in poems you say, I do not inspire. Leaf mulch, gloom and rain: it is November and a storm is cooking, going through the colours. The coast will shake, we will … Continue reading
Kriss Nichol
At Birdoswald There’s iron on the wind. Sunset gasps from the horizon, dusk circles like a cloak of feathers, light flees the amassing darkness and each breath hangs like a ghostly membrane promising a night of stars and stories. After … Continue reading
Robert Nisbet
The Gathering of the Animals Two families of dogs meet, greet. It is cliff path, Pembrokeshire, a height above a small lagoon where, in October, seal cows will come to birth their pups. This morning they are cruising back to … Continue reading
John McIntosh
Our Broken Song Love came down and lit The room at parents’ night. The way the girl discreetly Leaned across and laid Her hand upon her dad’s To still his Parkinson’s. He gripped it and grew roots Into a ground … Continue reading
The Open Mouse 