Pantheon

Pan follows you to a wet wall to pebble dash your hopes that you’d at least seen some green in the fair silos. Shivered when you felt intentions were not …

To all laments and purposes

Against platinum birches I want nothing here [but you].   We have trees at home. Shall I wing you the courtyard fountain’s   midnight palaver, to lull the list of …

Canakkale

All but a century gone. By the thousand, pinned down on slopes, on beachheads shot to death, and rawboned, ours and theirs, blown to pieces. Two-faced anthropos, late again, stirs …

Control

I’m reading some things Charlie wrote about cancer and Colette because I can’t sleep and because what he wrote is beautiful and it’s cold outside because it’s November and my …

Apologies from the Ground Up

The staircase hasn’t changed much through the centuries I’d notice it, my own two eyes now breaking down the larger vertical distance into many smaller distances I’ll conquer almost absently: …

! (‘It entered creation…’)

It entered creation as sudden as angel or injury – the stacked letters of io, a tower of fire. Already it is intimate with bishops, philosophers, flouting borders, stowed in …

Why Explain the Precise by Way of the Less Precise?

– Timothy Eastman, Physics and Whitehead: Process, Quantum and Experience   It doesn’t seem right to think blunt blows could do a thing like that but we do know arrowheads are knapped with …

The Golden Dragon

It was raining in Soho. We were in a Chinese round the corner from where they used to live – a street of tenements long since razed for a wing …

An Easy Day for a Lady

The Grépon has disappeared. Of course, there are still some rocks standing there, but as a climb it no longer exists. Now that it has been done by two women …

Blasket Sound (3rd prize: 2012 Competition)

You’re hugged to my chest in a buoyancy aid called this is not a Life-jacket, comfortable in your skin, in the small, Aran woollen which still holds the animal smell of …

The Fish (2nd prize: 2012 Competition)

Community Panchayal directs rape accused to marry victim – Press Trust of India, November 2004   She can remove her bra and panties beneath the tent of a salwar kameez …

The Road In Is Not the Same Road Out

The perspective is unfamiliar. We hadn’t looked back driving in and lingered too long at the viewpoint. It was a prime-of-life experience. Many things we know by their effects: void …

Bird (1st prize: 2012 Competition)

When I became a bird, Lord, nothing could not stop me.   The air feathered as I knelt by my open window for the charm – black on gold, last …

2012 Competition: Commended Poems

Rosalind Hudis Rupture   There are days she stares at the kettle, but can’t retrieve ts connection to water. Or days when the dry bristles of her brush remind her …