How Many Hymn Books Have I Looked at?
Oceans stand pale and placid - rivers race to the sea. We once sung about the water of life in cold school hall assemblies. But as I...
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Unused Swords Rust
Unused swords rust like your feather quill, dipped in dry ink, that scars the paper; leaving marks that do not last, merely dent the...
#43
- after Chen Chen Rest among the samphire. Hum poseidon under your breath. Practice how to breathe underwater. Vex the sand. Disrupt it....
Cold Porridge in the Kitchen Sink (editor's pick)
today is no different to yesterday because the shaking in his veins hasn't subsided yet, because his trousers still crumple (no matter...
Poem for the Ninth of September
When Smyrna fell, we rose from the chairs our grandfather made and grew unsure what to call ourselves. We—who’d always broken bread with...
sea stones
They are never so beautiful as now: lustrous with light and water, a succession of small startles shining in the dun matt sand. Blown...
This
Into your loneliness we place our voices, hoping our words might comfort your wounded heart. We do not mean to remind you of all you have...
She Rinsed
She Rinsed the breakfast dishes as her children were leaving, they left two moist goodbye-kisses on her cheek. She plunged her hands into...
For Henryk
What have those watery globes in industrial goggles seen? Frozen lakes, dance halls, unexpected Goodbyes, I’m sure. Locked vaults of...
A Poem for the Witness (don't be sad)
Bed’s creaking. He’s up. Why are you still up? He’s down. Downstairs Why do you feel so down? - Don’t you have work in the morning? -...
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