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...
Shadow-knowledge
In response to At Guy’s Hospital, by Jo Shapcott Come in, come in my name is Doctor Keats, I’m glad you found your way safely to the...
Softly
In response to Force Visibility by Solmaz Sharif Everywhere we went, we went in pigtails no one could see— ribbon curled by a...
Unbound
In response to This Is Not A Rescue by Emily Blewitt I want to tell you it will not be as you expect. For years you have hammered in...