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A poem by Naima Rashid
My aunts had names like sugar and spice Maybe they started in a doll’s house,where the world was rainbows and unicorns.Their lives changed colours,but their names stayed the same. Pinky […]
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‘Night Hunt’: a poem by Jane Draycott
Night Hunt i.m. Michael Jones Like hunters entering the wood we have cometo the duty-free halls, the perfumes of small flowers –jasmine, Joy – first steps on our journey to […]
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A poem by Sarah Howe
For the third event in the Wild Court Reading Series, we are delighted to welcome award-winning poet and editor Sarah Howe. Sarah will be reading and in conversation with poet […]
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‘July 15th, 2022’: a poem by DS Maolalai
July 15th, 2022 I’m wearing a wedding ring. youput it on. and I did for you –think of squeezing it overthe knuckle. and there is a feeling –a hard one […]
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‘Tide and Tidings at the Equinox’: a poem by Prue Chamberlayne
Tide and Tidings at the Equinox Concrete curve is lashed in swirls of spray from gun-metal grey —a liturgy for loss for one snatched off mysteriously,a […]
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‘On the Hudson’: a poem by Matthew DeLuca
Artwork by the poet On the Hudson In times like these I turn from the world that cannot be the world, because it does not know meas the […]
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‘Piking’: a poem by William Thompson
Piking i. The wind plays a low notethrough the one bar gate onto the bridleway.I tick the code into the lock. It clicks open. Once our car has passed, the […]
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‘Seaweed Herbarium’: a poem by Melissa Tuckman
Image: michael clarke stuff on Flickr Seaweed Herbarium Mermaid hairisn’t rare, but it’s worthpreserving for its hue: dark greenat the root of every lock,brighter near the ends, which splitinto finer […]
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‘In Memory of Robert Burns’: a poem by Aaron Aquilina
In Memory of Robert Burns I The ghosts of all past members of the Dumfries and Galloway Town Council gather for a resource management meeting in perpetuity. In […]
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‘Five Breaths’: a poem by Eleanor Rees
Five Breaths were needed to extinguish the flameand now a red wick leans into the melt, diving into a quarried lakehigh in the mountains to find mouthfulsof salt in the […]
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Two poems by Matthew Paul
Photo by Thomas Verbruggen on Unsplash A Short History of Greenhouses In the end, my father’s greenhouse was shipwreckedBy ivy, which spiralled round bamboo canes, stuckLike octopus suckers glued to […]
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A poem by Rory Waterman
Below is a poem from Rory Waterman’s fourth collection, Come Here to This Gate, published by Carcanet on 25th April. Until that date, the Carcanet website is offering a 25% […]
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A poem by Nicola Healey
Below is a poem from Nicola Healey’s debut pamphlet, A Newer Wilderness, published by Dare-Gale Press this month. Summer/Winter This brazen blue day is a dangerous scene.My mind clashes like […]
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A poem from Paul McLoughlin: Selected Poems
Below is a poem from the Selected Poems of the late Paul McLoughlin (1947-2021), recently published by Shoestring Press and edited with an introduction by John Forth. Mother in Murreigh […]
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Two poems by Will Stone
Eternal Life Slowly the leaves grow yellow and fall,and I hear leaders of corporate empiresfully confident of achieving eternal lifefor select customers in their lifetime.But in the Aveyron in the […]
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A poem by Erin O’Luanaigh
Thirteen Ways of Looking at Suzanne Pleshette in The Birds I. Comes the silver Aston-Martinand the vague apprehensionthat some terror is on the wing.Don’t they ever stop migrating,these bottle-blondes […]
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Two poems by Mat Riches
Mat Riches recently published his debut collection, Collecting the Data, with Red Squirrel Press. Below are two new poems. Sticks The time to cut a stickis when you see it […]
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Two poems by Anthony Joseph
For the latest event in the Wild Court Reading Series, King’s College London lecturer and T.S. Eliot Prize winner Anthony Joseph will be reading from his forthcoming Precious and […]
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A poem by Maëlle Leggiadro
He Could Leave You Tomorrow He buys me roses; I forget to put them in water,once again too caught-upin my tangled and scattered thoughts.They’re beautiful but– a little too pinkas […]
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Two poems by Oliver Comins
Early Doors They always said the larks were here in spirit,having disappeared while meadows were transformedto streets and drains when this became a gardened suburb. Heading for their allotment, my […]