Beloved
(in response to Different Heights, a poem by Stephen Dunn) Is that the title of a Toni Morrison novel? I think so. I think I read it...
Leave the past
(in response to The Little Tune... a poem by Peter Ackroyd) Leave the past … Before it leaves you Before it believes you After it means...
Come back
(in response to a passage from The Iceberg, a memoir by Marion Coutts) I come back often to this room with green walls and 70s cupboards....
I feed on...
In response to Riff for Beatriz, a poem by Peter Sirr I feed on. I am fed. Umbilical cord. Placenta wall. Distance. Proximity....
The child
(in response to Beachcomber, a poem by Carol Ann Duffy) The Child. Objective. Looked at from a distance. Cold. “The” Child or the...
Places we love
(in response to Places We Love, a poem by Ivan V. Lalic) A symphony of gurgles, a circle of bellies all playing a tune. Perhaps they can...
Retreating
(in response to Retreating Wind, a poem by Louise Gluck) Walking backwards. Looking at a picture from afar. My family. Moving away, to...
Night time
(in response to Insomnia, by Elisabeth Bishop) Night time. Day time. Time isn’t just time. It has different qualities. At night the...
Messages
(in response to Home Thoughts, a poem by Jaime McKendrick) Messages. Writing. Invisible writing. Wax. Urine, urine. Pronunciations ....
The day I saw you
(in response to Its Face, a poem by Imtiaz Dharker) The day I saw you. Daylight. Not by night in a dark mirror, backlit. By day. Out...