I. Avondale House   I wanted to bring you to a place of meaning, meaning, I wanted to bring you somewhere that …

Photo by Gary Butterfield   The below poems are taken from Clare’s new collection The Mulberry Tree, forthcoming from Shoestring Press later this year.   …

Photo by Marten Bjork         Premier Inn   You, who have been sought in all the lonely places, (should my mouth be berries …

        Enviousness   You’ve fought this for so long but comes the time you understand you are second rate no more that brightness …

        Pigeons   ‘Men still live who, in their youth, remember pigeons; trees still live who, in their youth, were shaken by a …

        Noah and the catkins   I was sickening for psychosis, more than sickening and you were less than two, just starting to …

   © Gerry Cambridge         Dead man’s beer   They were bundled in a bag for life in the garage, thirty yellow-black tins of …

        Grief is like a miracle   like opening your mouth for water, and finding rain. You stand for days outside the body …

        Flyleaf, Tractatus   I. A flock of birds down where it’s still, where, each morning, fishermen throw their nets into the river, …

        The shouts   Somewhere, of course, someone is dancing. No, no; not us. Door handles bark and women seem Like babies. Moon. …