braid me yes plait me
no plate me
don’t make me
Tag: poet
ONE POEM – Leah Atherton
On the riverbank. In the corridor. In the
laugh ache. In the small hours. On the
station platform. In the stomach churn
on the way home.
ONE POEM – Salam Wosu
I ask my body ‘what is life?’ it says ‘dance’
because dance is a way the body finds liberation
through lyrics, solace in songs, an overeager mosaic
of marinated moments & coralled colours colliding.
ONE POEM – María Paula Currás
make it prescient like fried curly hair
and bold image
warhol-bright so your eyes explode
in a glimpse of ba-ba-boom
TWO POEMS – L.T. Pelle
the genre of god
is locksmith and that’s
why neon is always
looking for a sign :
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.
ONE POEM – 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.
ONE POEM – Niamh Gallagher
This rockmelon is bloated with guilt
Sweet, near-rancid, on the knife’s edge of festering
Press down and it will oblige
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 – Paul Robert Mullen
douse it douse it douse it
strike a match and freeze the scene