Archive for November, 2016

David Mark Williams

November 29, 2016

The Open Mouse

Buddha Man on the Beach

Conspicuous in black trousers
and crisp white shirt
among the early birds working out,

he walks the promenade to the measure
of a slow, deliberate breath.
On the beach he becomes

a seated figure in an orange robe
to face the sun sliding free
of the wooded ridge.

Let me burn, his body says,
let these bones show white as an x-ray.
He offers no target.

There is nothing but the moment
which itself is nothing,
wave upon wave, breath after breath.

When the boat arrives
chugging close to the shore
to jet wash the pebbles, he does not move

and the boatmen do as they always do,
spray either side of him,
leave him there on a long dry line.

Copyright © David Mark Williams 2016

David Mark Williams lives in Castle Douglas, south west Scotland. He has won prizes for his poetry in…

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The most read poems of 2015

November 29, 2016

Two poems by Tess Barry

November 29, 2016

“The Invention of Butterfly” Christopher James (Ragged Raven Poetry)

November 29, 2016

Emma Lee & Paul Lee's Poetry & Stories

This wonderful collection is infused with and sustained by an ebullience that, at times, is almost exhausting.  Too grounded to be surreal, too substantial to be conceits, dense in content but light in touch, many of these poems are written in the style of comic magic realism.  The sense of delight they carry, their wit, inventiveness and warmth, are overwhelming (from “Cold Storage”):

We are currently seeking a Writer-in-Residence to spend six months
in Antarctica with the British Antarctic Survey,
…You will be able to rhyme
‘crevasse’ with ‘ice age’ and make it sound convincing.
…Poets must know at least seven words for white.
You shall not quote from Captain Oates for the duration of your stay
and may only imitate Frankie Howerd on birthdays and feast days.
…Short-listed candidates will be invited to attend a selection centre
north-east of Kilbride, to test the effect of low temperature on…

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Extrapolation by Angi Holden

November 28, 2016

I am not a silent poet

I was in the chandler’s the first time it happened.
I’d gone in to buy a cleat, so while the staff were busy
I cruised round the aisles. The lad with the ginger hair,
the one who knows the tide tables and the weather forecast,
was helping a father and daughter choose a life-preserver.
The ones they’d already tried lay scattered round their feet,
discarded, like those abandoned across Greek beaches.
And as the child bounced between the shelves,
the orange jacket tied snugly around her small body,
I saw her bobbing away from the boat, her mother
calling her name, weeping into the salt water.
Now it happens all the time: in the street,
in the supermarket, in the school playground.
I see children, even the lucky ones in life-jackets,
drifting just out of reach, swallowed up by the sea,
bone-chilled, to be washed up on some distant shore.

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‘Making Monuments’ by Christine Murray

November 26, 2016

Poethead; a poetry blog

Making Monuments

1.
 
The whole of the waiting stone is beige coloured.
It is hiding its silica, their minutiae. Although I
 
have found dashes of it left as glitter on things,
things like tables, chairs. My own face glitters with it.
 
I gather up the gaudy granite slivers, they flake like
brittle lizard skin mottling in my hand, there.
 
I can hold this smooth round pebble, and warm
it through. It is stone silent not budding from, to
anything,
 
but I can feel it’s waiting.

2.
 
I cannot get into them. Laying the flakes out onto a table,
or holding the fragile layers in my hands, peeling them back
layer from metallic layer.
 
They are big as skin, bigger than. They’re stone cells,
the living and the not living tissue of stone.
 
They are the skin cells of stones. They glitter in…

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WEEK FORTY FOUR-AND-A-HALF -John Knox/James Boswell

November 25, 2016

>> John Knox  James Boswell<<                  A brace of Scotsmen form our unlikely pair this week, both often seen as in the shadow of another historical figure, at least in the popul…

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Call for Submissions: A Face in the Mirror, a Hook on the Door (An Anthology of Urban Legends & Modern Folklore)

November 22, 2016

We are now accepting submissions of poetry and flash fiction based on urban (or rural, or suburban, or the internet…) legends and modern folklore from any culture and any continent until Mond…

Source: Call for Submissions: A Face in the Mirror, a Hook on the Door (An Anthology of Urban Legends & Modern Folklore)

‘Aquarius’ by Miranda Peake

November 18, 2016

Review of ‘The Pity’: new war poems commissioned by the Poetry Society

November 15, 2016

Martyn Crucefix

On National Poetry Day (October 2014) four contemporary poets performed new work about the legacy of the First World War. Two months later the Poetry Society published The Pity as a limited edition anthology. Given free to Society members (it has just now come through my letterbox with the new issue of Poetry Review) it is also available to purchase online.

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So The Pity contains substantial poems commissioned by the Poetry Society, in which Steve Ely, Zaffar Kunial, Denise Riley and Warsan Shire (chosen to represent “different poetics and perspectives”) respond to the centenary and legacy of the First World War. The Pity was published in collaboration with Cockayne – Grants for the Arts and The London Community Foundation to mark the centenary of the First World War. John Glenday’s poem, ‘The Big Push’ is also included, providing a short coda to the volume. His poem takes inspiration from Sir Herbert James Gunn’s 1916…

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