Dream
In response to ‘The Unbeliever’, a poem by Elizabeth Bishop Dream. Hard not to think of D-ream, things can only get better. Tony Blair....
Wanting
In response to ‘Adaptation’, a poem by Linda France Wanting. A word I find hard to connect with in one sense and in another all too...
Lost People
In response to 'Listening to Lost People' by Denise Riley Listening to Lost People Still looking for lost people – look unrelentingly. ...
Hereafter
In response to 'Blossom' by Kathleen Jamie Blossom There’s this life and no hereafter – I’m sure of that but still I dither, waiting ...
My mother's bedroom
In response to 'Papers', by Roy McFarlane Papers The day I was called into my mother’s bedroom the smell of cornmeal porridge still...
Waiting
In response to Stalker by Vahni Capildeo For K.M. Grant He waits. Without knowing me, he waits. The tips of branches, edible and winey,...
Intention
In response to The Appeal of Automation… Will Eaves It is not my intention to stay always as I am yet in the history of time I don’t seem...
My mother
In response to Gloves by Hannah Lowe My mother wore a thimble made of copper. My mother was a seamstress or a chamber-maid, or...
Undress
In response to Undress by Ruby Robinson There is an ash tree behind this house. You can see it from our bedroom window. If you stare at...
Having a go
In response to No More Mr Nice Guy by Mark Waldron This then, what you actually witness here, before your very eyelids, is an actual...