Monthly Archives: January 2017
Simon Royall
The Visitor He stepped from something that sure looked like a time-capsule. We all saw it differently, and well enough to shuffle back. He came at us with a silver cloth, unwrapping the pills we found ourselves snatching and swallowing, … Continue reading
Hamish Scott: Two poems
Edinburghs I Ma Edinburgh’s mines an mines alane, five hunner thoosan ither haes thair ain, for ilka bodie biggs thairsel thair toun, thair circumstance the stuff, thair sel the foun Edinburghs II Thare’s sum in Edinburrie steys, sum Athens o … Continue reading
Mariam Kadhim
Bitter Gourd There is a plant called Bitter Gourd it’s goblin green and wild in smoothies dare you blend it in? it’s anything but mild! in market stalls you’ll find it where the ordinary never lean – by ratabunga, hairy … Continue reading
Byron Beynon: Two poems
LLANRHIDIAN MARSH The language of saltmarsh with muddy creeks, durable ponies, reflected light eagerly awaiting the ebbings of signs to be read; nature’s art a bonus for the enduring senses to reach across, meanings that draw the quiet eye within, … Continue reading
J M Brown
Penitentiary Poem. Small groups huddled into corners, coats hitched over shaven heads. Others marched back and forth, military style. By noon a slither of sunlight beamed into a cobbled yard, shined by feet going nowhere. Men jostled to capture its … Continue reading
John McIntosh
Sunflowers 13/08/16 On your wedding day you wanted sunflowers. Not gentle roses – pastel, suitable – but sunflowers: In the church and on the place cards, On the favours and the cake, Dazzling and exotic, they burned with livid fire, … Continue reading
Raymond Miller
The Gaffer He knew the score and stated suicide is like hanging up your boots when the season is early doors. It’s going to ground too soon, not waiting for the whistle and refusing to play through the pain barrier … Continue reading
The Open Mouse 