The Schoolchildren Like leaves startled by a gust of wind they peel away from the tight-knit group, one child, two, … More
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We have to have great meals
Simply Lit Often toward evening, after another day, after another year of days, in the half dark on the … More
A bright soul keeps on beating
Dying Nothing to be said about it, and everything – The change of changes, closer or further away: The … More
The wonder is
The washing never gets done. The furnace never gets heated. Books never get read. Life is never completed. Life … More
Save Us From
Save Us From Save us from night, from bleak open highways without end, and the fluorescent oases of gas stations, … More
The mighty dead
On #R4Today some of the BBC's best known voices will offer their favourite poems of #comfortandhope. Here @CliveMyrieBBC … More
Practice
Practice To weep unbidden, to wake at night in order to weep, to wait for the whisker on the face … More
Any Common Desolation
Any Common Desolation can be enough to make you look upat the yellowed leaves of the apple tree, the fewthat … More
As Planned
As Planned After the first glass of vodka you can accept just about anything of life even your own mysteriousness … More
Empathy and New Year
Empathy and New Year A notion like that of empathy inspires great distrust in us, because it connotes a further … More
A Blessing in Disguise
A Blessing in Disguise Yes, they are alive and can have those colors, But I, in my soul, am alive … More
Advent poems 24: Mary, by Anthony Wilson
Mary At first a fluttering then a kick, his fist pummelling my rib cage when I knelt to pray. They … More
Advent poems 23: BC – AD, by U A Fanthorpe
BC – AD This was the moment when BeforeTurned into After, and the future’sUninvented timekeepers presented arms. This was the … More
Advent poems 22: December, by James Schuyler
December Il va neiger dans quelques jours Francis Jammes The giant Norway spruce from Podunk, its lower branches bound, this … More
Advent poems 21: Supper, by Beverley Bie Brahic
Supper Never before has she danced so well. Now she stands before him, her feet bare, Anklets lightly … More
Goodbye to being a poet
For reasons I cannot go into here, I am finishing 2019 in a tired frame of mind. (I am not … More
Advent poems 20: Humankind, by Kerry Hardie
Humankind We carry the trust. It was not imposed on us, nor are we heedless. Sometimes the stillness stands in … More
Advent poems 19: Drunken Winter, by Joseph Ceravolo
Drunken Winter Oak oak! like like it then cold some wild paddle so sky then; flea you say “geese … More