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Andrew Hunter

Sunday mornings, in gardens 1. EM Forster would have worried that these are days for getting smuts in your eye. Or, more likely, losing dahlias in bloom to the gusting wind. It is terrible, this havoc among the flowers, and, … Continue reading

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John D Robinson: Two poems

BORING After struggling for a couple of minutes to fasten my 4 year old granddaughter’s sandals, she says to me, ‘Come one Grandpa, this is boring’ and she was right, knowing already how precious time is, not something to be … Continue reading

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Ben Banyard: Two poems

Branded You can sip from this waxy cup anywhere, impulse buy millionaire’s shortbread in this beige chain’s parallel universes. We should know not to come here, that this is not distinct enough for our northern burrs and estuary vowels. We aren’t … Continue reading

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Seth Crook

Tor Mor, Look East No great inspiration in this naming.   Tor Mor, Bruach Mhor: big hill. Our distant Ben More tempts a gaze. From here I can spot un-roaded ruins:   Wintertown, populated by foxgloves, doorless doorways, ambling hooves. … Continue reading

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John Grey

  HER NAME The entire class detest the eyes that match so evenly the brown cheeks and brow and glitter like the gemstones that dangle from her coffee-colored arms. But much worse is her tongue. She can’t say her name … Continue reading

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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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