Category Archives: Poetry

A Wonka bar wrapper. No Golden ticket. Two painted discs from an art friend. One orange, one green. To be matched to books, benches, fabrics. Stickers of encouragement that arrived in a parcel with promised vitamin C and a bookmark. Be bold! You can! Strive! A bus ticket dated 21st March. Single child West Yorkshire.Continue reading “Lockdown time capsule by Sarah L. Dickson”

  I keep going back to the same two rooms with the dying widow below and darkness that eats me. It is Christmas Eve with the smell of snow in the air. There is an ominous muffled thud from below. I slip deeper into the bed awaiting his visit and feigning sleep. Mother’s anxious voiceContinue reading “Christmas Eve, Hope Street, Jarrow by Tom Kelly”

  The wine is becoming rancid in the bottle, as if my restraint is toxic My mother drinks three bottles a nightbetween her and my fatherMy father can drink two glasses if he has work the next dayTwo glasses and a gin if he does not,And then when my mother has gone to bed, theContinue reading “Chardonnay by Caitlin McKenna”

  Campagnolo Super Record Even when I asked for your number it felt like swapping details at the scene of an accident. A year after you cleared the glass from the road, paid off the bill, filed away the witness statements, I’m watching from the microclimate of my Mercedes SLK as you dart from aContinue reading “Campagnolo Super Record by Rosalind Easton”

    Here I am – your sister Earth. I shine bright in my green coat. My depths, mysterious and black are the home of blinding diamonds which when brought to the surface swallow the light, for they are the reflection as well as the carrier of visions. People collect them, to add brightness andContinue reading “Here I Am – Your Sister Earth by Bronislava Volková”

    The South Country On Chalk Barrow Hill the land rolls on remembering itself in down lands, copses and corridors of trees. The path lifts straight up to the distant sky. Below, a church spire marking habitation; an ornate and cobbled town. The land creaks, with archaeological depth of mound and barrow, chalk whiteness,Continue reading “Two Poems by Clare Crossman”

5,000 miles in a 747 have taken you to Harris Beach, Oregon, to find Sea Rocket by the boardwalk where nobody will ever know your name and the place you’ve come from:   Seaburn, where the same genus of plant stowed perchance in cargo holds to unfurl in spores at Hendon Docks now protrudes fromContinue reading “Sea Rocket  by Jake Morris-Cambell”

      After the Climb We lost ourselves                        among the leaves falling from great heights            we once knew well branches smarting our backs       Sounds of rustling and thwacks against limbs           filledContinue reading “Two Poems by Jennifer Ruth Jackson”

  the two saucers are Hers   they are in Her cupboard   but only one cup   My cup is here holding my coffee dark, bitter & sweet   My cup has no saucer   My cup stands alone   in the cupboard when it is empty     About the Author: WORDSMiTH isContinue reading “Hers/Mine by WORDSMiTH”

    If Clouds Could See the Cracks in Stones Watching the Oklahoma sunset, Donald writes I Love Your Ghost and his heart skips a beat until it reaches the Leachkin to sit by the cradle stone where he lets his words escape. He is travelling light as dandelion clocks, finds himself in odd unfamiliarContinue reading “Two Poems by Eileen Carney Hulme”