Category: Poetry

                  We’re going to have a baby, I told your father, just days since I’d felt his ribs slot like coins between mine. We were toeing a mountain trail, me dancing towards the edges, him gripping the cliff face like a scattering fern. He stopped, looked out at […]
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Rivers Joining

Poem by Graham Mort

PUBLISHED ON: 28/07/20

CATEGORY: Poetry

Freshwater mussels, coffee bean brown, cleaned by oyster catchers that jostle where the Wenning brunts the Lune. We gaze upstream at the Howgills, the …

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Algorithm

PUBLISHED ON: 28/07/20

CATEGORY: Poetry

i.m. Michael Wessells   The phone rings because Michael has died. I saw him yesterday and said goodbye as he passed behind me, tall, gathering hi …

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Women’s Rights

Poem by Amirah Al Wassif

PUBLISHED ON: 28/07/20

CATEGORY: Poetry

Don’t try to introduce my skin to your skin cause such introduction doesn’t let the light get in. Don’t try to prove me as your servant while getting …

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Unspoken II

Kittie Belltree

PUBLISHED ON: 07/05/19

CATEGORY: Poetry

A secret fell from a seventh-floor window – flung out in a frenzied exchange. As it plummeted, incidents from its life raced across the face of the mo …

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This Muted Shade

Rachel Carney

PUBLISHED ON: 07/05/19

CATEGORY: Poetry

She smiles back at me, waiting for the brush to tone her down, to fill her in, to fill her out. If only she could see this muted shade, this frail bei …

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Mothering Song

Rebecca Parfitt

PUBLISHED ON: 07/05/19

CATEGORY: Poetry

Since you’ve gone, the rosebuds have opened, the birds that ate from our feeder have raised their young, the ivy has stretched its arm further, hugs t …

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Milk

KS Moore

PUBLISHED ON: 07/05/19

CATEGORY: Poetry

The first milk is stubborn and thick like pollen, my body makes it with ease. The second is an illusive blend, silky-thin, I catch it in glimpses. My …

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Meeting the Wolves

Miranda Lynn Barnes

PUBLISHED ON: 07/05/19

CATEGORY: Poetry

Her mother drove us to the house, told us we must keep this secret. In a large fenced kennel, two wolves circled each other playfully, looked not much …

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Dear Body

Helen Mort

PUBLISHED ON: 07/05/19

CATEGORY: Poetry

In the shower, my mum is a Picasso drawing – the diagonals of her crutches, shell-scoops of her breasts, the folded cloth of her back and the jut of h …

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