New poem by Harry Man
Earlier this year I was on a Poetry School course in Lambeth and met Harry Man. I really liked his work and I […]
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At the Plastic Bag Museum
these are the things that carried the stuff that people bought see those loops for hands – handles they’re called naturally they never […]
When my sister is old
I will wait at the door with flowers if she greets me at all it will be brief and cold as the Guildford […]
Invasion
It took three rows of barbed wire coiled round stakes, hammered at angles into sand and shingle. The beach packed and leaking like […]
River Ouse, Rodmell, 1941
The first she prises out, clenched in bindweed: reluctance adds to its appeal. And there: not so large as to burst pockets, several […]
Three minute poem
On Saturday I was at a writing day at the Poetry Society, led by Ann and Peter Sansom, who put us through our […]
I was once the Pope
This is not what I expected.Red was my colour, or white,white as a virgin’s skin. Robeshung from me as delicateas the smooth charcoal […]