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Charles Kell

Bandit Hand     Grab the grackle’s wet wing festering in the lemon twilight. I’ll dip this lit finger in the flood & finally sign the court document. In our shrinking backyard stands the falling swing-set where we held A.A. … Continue reading

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Robert Nisbet

Encounter   Widower Davies craves an easefulness, sits by the hum of fires. It’s near to spring and it’s light now, light in the evenings. The blackbird’s back, the lyricist. His song meets the moment without seam, would scarcely disconcert … Continue reading

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Julian Dobson: Two poems

Divette beach Change comes golden, grain by grain, on a spent spring afternoon, sea icy warm, lichen sunflowering black granite, a half-breeze cradling a small oblong of heat; change arrives in finger-strokes of waves, the stop of a gull’s cry, shoes placed side by side, a half-breath, … Continue reading

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Cathy Whitfield

Oystercatchers They’re commoner now.  Since the crash you see them flocking together, demanding their rights.  ‘Me, me, me!’ But these sharp-suited opportunists have come down in the world. See those bloodshot eyes? That’s from slumming it with the hoi-polloi, grubbing … Continue reading

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Paul Waring

A Long Walk the Irish Sea and Mersey meet with iron fists winter still slices through March days that make cloaked crows distrust black clouds that blanket Liverpool towers in ghost-town mist and haunt high above this grave where New … Continue reading

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Bet McCallum: Two poems

Somewhere else Two grave markers for ships, Saxon towers stand dark on the cliffs. You say … ‘erosion brings the sea to their edge’ or something. I don’t hear. The wind’s in my ear hissing ssh, breath, flesh, kiss. You … Continue reading

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Raymond Miller

What Am I Knitting? Last night I dreamt on a soiled mattress and woke as Mrs Somebody-or-Other, wearing this hat and second-hand clothing, throat stuck with unfamiliar language. A stuffed and bandaged museum exhibit, temples throbbing to the Boom-Boom-Boom, tuning … Continue reading

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