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Red Lady by Baz Nichols
with arms outstretched
the ochre dressings of bones
decline in wave-cut arches -
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Dear White West Country People by Louisa Adjoa Parker
We’ve watched the same cattle, heads bent to the grass
Stood by the same sea, that sheet of blue glass -
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You Came To Me by Autumn Richardson
I feel you as a current
as dark, as sinuous, as
a cormorant slipping through
the belly of the sea -
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Saltwater Zodiac (for Edith Rimmington) by Alex Woodcock
And on Bexhill Beach where the veil, Of each day is ice cream and shingle, I am still making work,Though it is late and I am not who I was.
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Ancient Hollow Grief by Kerri ní Dochartaigh
All is not lost. There is still time. We are still here, and we must remember that it is in the day to day living that we must change things…
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Interchange by John Wedgwood Clarke
She squeezes the stone in her hand. Light ripples along traffic cones.
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Places of Poetry: Oval Time by Zaffar Kunial
The O of their open mouths watching a last innings. A last Test. Of not knowing how many summers you’ll have left.
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Places of Poetry: a northerly aspect by Kayo Chingonyi
…here where the landscape is a long conversation …
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Places of Poetry: A Night Jar by Jack Underwood
I wanted to look inside the eye of that bird. I had heard its message, become obsessed.
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Places of Poetry: Happy Meal
We come with such force The Toon splits in two Exalting, we’re bolting, revolting, we’re through
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New poetry by Sharon Phillips
sacred to the memory slab of gritstone dark with summer drizzle
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GAVDIVM: new work by Seán Lysaght
Our hearts are pitched forward Into the foreknown Because we cannot stay forever And soon must spiral away
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