other poets will fall at my feet
cover their cheekbones in cream cheese
for me to lay stale crackers on their noses.
Tag: poetry
Beowulf: You Know More Than You Think! – Danny Bate
As a living soul of the twenty-first century, if you take a glance at the opening lines of Beowulf, the Old English poem, the chances are that you won’t be able to understand it. If anything, you may perhaps recognise its famous first word, hƿæt. This is absolutely fine, I should add; Old English is an old…
ONE POEM — Louise McStravick
We look up to her, I’ll teach you how
it works she says to the ram’s head, the birds eye
her mouth devouring snake heads
ONE POEM — Diane Fahey
a frieze of lacemakers
intricately at work
beneath the bay’s
array of scintilla –
ONE POEM – Stephen House
wondering why
create measures to gauge the seriousness
of fragile moments
ONE POEM — Florence Campbell-Gray
My name is June; you have to say it like ‘sex’
softly bright
like it’s a pink toaster
COMFORT FOODS // Reheating Leftovers – Bojana Stojcic
Reheating Leftovers And there you wereletting the world know you’d betemporarily unavailableagainthinking, All I can do now iswait for the clocks to tickhalf past six because thenthe door is opened andstays open untilthe blood has been takenout of the bodiesgiven a brief stirput back in or your hate of the present brings you to the…
ONE POEM – Ross Thompson
Beneath the light of a bashful demilune,
the water appears quite black, like blood on snow.
COMFORT FOODS // Tiffin — Serena Alagappan
Tiffin clangs like bells,
collapses as it climbs,
tiffin holds okra, paneer,
sambar, and lemon rice.
ONE POEM — Jonah Corren
The goats have come down
from the hills today.
ONE POEM – Jenny Wong
The fish
fillets are thawing
for their pan-fried debut.
ONE POEM – Sally Michaelson
giddy with the scent
we pipette the peppermint
into the mixture
Porridge 