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Mariam Kadhim

The sun rises everywhere Criss-crossing air and water Clocking miles none can measure What’s the deal globe-trotter? Searching for hidden treasure? Oh, I’m just teasing! Clearly You’re a lucky chap who’s nearly out the door again…so fast? Heavens no! My … Continue reading

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Frederick Pollack

Adaptation The angel has the impression that if he stays in one place on the street a safe will fall and crush him, so he constantly shuffles, forward, sideways. Awareness that he can’t be hurt, by however many tons, has … Continue reading

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Tristan Moss: three poems

My Old English Sheepdog On windy days, I sometime think that I might spy between the weeping willow’s branches one of his eyes. Measurement Yes, we’re oddly shaped when compared to Archimedes’ perfectly rectangular tub. And when in we’re not … Continue reading

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Clive Donovan

REVISITING With my sister I revisited That place where we all used to live. I felt nervous. We were parked and loitering; We could be casing joints or worse With our studied photographs. I noted that the bus-stop tree had … Continue reading

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Helen Freeman

On the Back Burner I crush roast beans with my pestle then throw grounds into water on a high flame stirring till the colour succumbs and bubbles. Bitterness rises within. As I brew Madam’s coffee, she engages in more crucial … Continue reading

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Katerina Neocleous

Wish A boy picks wishes on the edge of the car-park, a strip of ragwort and thistles rising from gravel and turf carved by tyre tracks. He is not playing – covered in its silky fibres he harvests thistledown with … Continue reading

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Sonja Benskin Mesher

hospital pyjamas I come here late, hospital pyjamas, was it body or brain paralysis that kept me there, tired lace curtains drawn. I lay as a child, arm high tracing patterns and bows, thinking in the wind, when there is … Continue reading

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