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The Isobel Slorach Poetry Award – Winner Announcement
During July, we received a staggering 126 poems in aid of Down Syndrome Scotland as part of the Isobel Slorach Poetry Award. Poems were received
Flair by Paul Gallagher
Flair 1 The frescoes of springScatter their radianceAnd spill a festival of pinkPetals on the mottled green 2 Your tongueA wet stem of languageUnfurlsIn my
In Praise of a Woman by Olive M Ritch
In Praise of a Woman An old uncoupled crow flies lowacross the tarmac, where Lucy runsto blue double doors with friends.My hand still longing for
Does My Father Cry? by Nazaret Ranea
Does My Father Cry? Does my father cryin the deep night,when the house is silentand he stretches out in bed,unsure if the creakingcomes from the
Days of Wine and Roses by Chris Athorne
Days of Wine and Roses Late summer listening to jazz; the windows,open, tempt in a piece of the night,a coptering whir, burr of dusty wings,a
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Len Gasparini: Knowing His Night Numbers
Lisa Pike Night numbers, New Orleans, the occult, the spectre of Catholicism: all come together in “Arithmancy”, one of the final poems of the well-known
Speck and Flame in the Lunar Poetry of Marnie Pomeroy
Imanol Gómez Martín A poet and critic (with books on Sylvia Plath, Christina Rossetti and Emily Dickinson) as well as a painter, Marnie Pomeroy was
The Carousel (Rilke) by John Greening
The Carousel Jardin du Luxembourg A roof, a shadow, round and round it spinsfor a little while, this brightly coloured bandof horses from a hesitating
Digging a Cesspit by Dorothy Lawrenson
Digging a Cesspit After a week the Elsan was at high tide,thick bluish fluid lapping with foul flotsam.My sister’s new boyfriend arrived on cue.Dad marked
The Mountain by Iain MacDonald
The Mountain How many years since I scaled the mountainAnd felt as if I was king of the word? My thoughts went awry in the
let the air in by Angela Yausheva
let the air in Let the air in,It got so awfully stuffy and damp in my room.Are you here? Say something nice then.I’m giving you