The sun has burst the sky Jenny Joseph The sun has burst the sky Because I love you And the river its banks. The sea laps the great rocks … Continue reading
Ford Robbie Burton The donkey followed me to the ford. I pointed at the river’s grey colour and told him how it ran orange back in the steelworks days … Continue reading
english breakfast wrestling the perfume of frying eggs, a trace of whisky orbits the sun. it is bastille day and the pale sky shrinks. an ash-tray is slowly filling. … Continue reading
Today’s poem appears in a photo because I can’t do the indents properly in WordPress, and a poem’s appearance is important. The visual and aural content of poetry is part … Continue reading
Searchlight Jim Carruth A toddler double-wrapped in heavy woollens, wedged snug in the open mouth of a ten-gallon can, I’d watch my parents work down the stalls of Ayrshires, drawing … Continue reading
I have a little solar flower on my windowsill, which cheerily waves its arms until dusk and then slowly goes to sleep. I once gave a similar flower to my friend … Continue reading
I believe in poetry as a means of connection, a kind of emotional battery which only works if the reader and writer each hold one end. The poet can give a dazzling display of word play, but if s/he doesn’t make contact with the reader then it’s wasted.