any blotched greenery has
the potential to burst
forth into flower.
Tag: poetry
ONE POEM – M.E. Muir
Where cars lie dying
in Ligurian scrapyards
the Via Aurelia
travels slowly past
ONE POEM – Peter Hebden
Tuesday
morning with no people, no cars
only today there are no people,
no cars. Today it’s weird, isn’t it?
THREE POEMS – Hannah Bishop
braid me yes plait me
no plate me
don’t make me
ONE POEM – Kevin Jackson
Red shift Dark-moon cry of you half-him of you, starring backwards axe of you, mastered as youth Teeth of you biting down, tenderizing, sharpening if only for a night The many-fold you, thorns, garden, squall of you, intoxication Thief, the noble cat of you, insistent splinter The wild-world’s red eyes beating in you Me wrenched…
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.
TWO POEMS – Dane Hamann
My bones willow and bite.
My lungs are a workshop. The thing is, I
want to be both engine and earth.
Interview: Matilda Battersby, Editor of Popshot
I find the process of actually writing fiction to be like some sort of mysterious alchemy. You have a plan and then what actually comes out is completely different.
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 – RC deWinter
you slid once more into my dreams
so real i woke and called your name
it was that hour so close to dawn
the world doesn’t know if it’s coming or going
ONE POEM – Gerry Stewart
The fluttering ribbon of blue
outside my window deepens
but holds fast to the birches.
ONE POEM – James Ducat
My friend the tarot reader repeats,
but she is a little drunk,
translucent fingers unfurling,
while shade, levered by branches,
Porridge 