You caught me, Foxglove, with your upright colour. You turned me from the river thinking I had been alone. I liked your pale and speckled belly, and the tiny fragile hairs guarding your mouth.
Category: literature
ONE POEM – Ceinwen E Cariad Haydon
Most of my life-years,
you were already dead. Even in our brief overlap
you were not known to me.
My Response – Lucy Zhang
In response to your suicide letter, I write that I now order a bowl of vegetable ramen from the local Izakaya whose waitlist fills up twenty minutes before its five pm opening.
ONE POEM – Keli Foster
I swam in the Gulf of Thailand with you.
I held you, small as a kumquat, in my own dark, small sea.
ONE POEM – Teodora Lalova
I often think of telling you
There is something wrong with time here.
I’m not sure whether I age faster or, quite the contrary –
Once we’re introduced again, I’ll be annoying in my youth.
TWO POEMS – James Carroll
She’s pulling up weeds from the flowerbed
And then starts feeling one tug back,
Wrapping her water grip and dragging her
Through the claggy earth.
TWO POEMS – Niamh Gallagher
I look at my bright and blotchy cheeks in the mirror with blurry-eyed fascination, but not for too long because I have crying to do.
TWO POEMS – Alexandre Ferrere
I had
one chance out of zero,
but spent a youth chasing
what I am still not.
ONE POEM – Lauren Bender
points for you if you are boss of the building, every lock
warm at your fingertips, every door’s soft click
yours as it shuts, every window with your face
reflected in it.
ONE POEM – Richard Brostoff
Above the house a low sun like a wrecking ball,
the world at the horizon splintered like a Rothko
ONE POEM – Stephen House
i order a long black
he looks at me
man on man gaze
i smile
ONE POEM – Paul Robert Mullen
douse it douse it douse it
strike a match and freeze the scene
