:: Poetry

lou ham: racing anthropocene statements published 18/04/2017

i’m disrespectful
i was really happy with it
well i did get the win
it’s been a loudmouth of work
i was in teasels about it
still there’s no need to get emotional
i got everything i could
a big congratulations to this tearaway
it’s not that easy to go straight

New poetry by Paul Hawkins.

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Manifesto Eye Of Signs published 05/04/2017

1
In their masks and disguises, the idle companions of his table represent him as conversing with serpents.
2
Some imitated lovers: they even created a magical group, seldom laughing.
3
The rest dispense with stories of my beloved: in meditation they gather proverbs from nature.

A new poem from Paul Holman.

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Art Executive v2 published 26/03/2017

women talking in
a circle and glancing
at you

a sign sells the
feeling of lipstick

i had drugged myself
to wake up alone

New poetry by Erik Stinson.

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Shawnee Gauntlet published 05/03/2017

Hills passed in the dark without seeing them

Brueghel, as immediate as the tableau of one’s own childhood

We carry our minds on top of our trunks like a saucer

And he smokes cigarettes defiantly as though his life depended on it

Nabokov’s definition holds up perfectly, “A philistine is a full-grown person whose interests are of a material and commonplace nature, and whose mentality is formed of the stock ideas and conventional ideals of his or her group and time”

New poetry by DE Steward.

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(ON) CHOKING ON A PIECE OF MANGO & other poems published 24/02/2017

you do not make me/feel you do not/make me feel/you do not make me/feel/better or is it less than when i am sucking on your little fingers in my sleep and then hurtling smartly down your muscles in the scientific way you/need to survive/need to/survive me and my inability to grow/a pair/a literal pair let me grow/them and let them dangle/not in a physical way in my/head let me grow a pair/two little fruits inside one pink sock and maybe you’d find this/acceptable to who you need/who makes you/feel

New poetry by Shannon Hearn.

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Shoplifting abroad & other poems published 19/02/2017

an epithet, a good one. a bell tower is foal
– hobbling over a century turn, over
the proverbial hill / if the boy knew
to gnaw and kick; to keep to yr pedestal,
to better judgement / what gets u a rosebush jaw.

Demi moore
never did finish that vase. no one knows
if it’s Bruegel’s, but they care
like hammered papyrus.

New poetry by Alison Graham.

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11:23 and other poems published 18/02/2017

katiefanthorpe

She tells me to
make small fists so they can find the blood flow,
and with each river that bubbles up I feel sparks of forgotten aggression. Swallow the needle. Search for a strength of tide.

They couldn’t find a vein; the body’s deserted.
Discard the needle and come forward with the axe.
You have permission to break open
the treasure chest.

New poetry by Katie Fanthorpe.

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Kleinsong & other poems published 08/02/2017

It’s like It’s like this Like a girl who won’t Like a girl switching lights on/off with her elbow Not able to type To wash To pick up those dropped frozen peaches Like this I could say I could search for it At Finchley Rd she’s a crumbly wafer and can’t admit Though they all want to hear Though only if useful Though hands smeared with ink are ugly, unsafe She clicks in the cold But I don’t know how else

New poetry by Annie Katchinska.

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Fleet ii published 29/01/2017

how many springs arise
         within a hollow

     landscape where some lord
           of the high places
          impregnated cattle
         before descending
       in human form

Paul Holman‘s poem Fleet ii about London’s secret river.
Pictures by Rich Cutler.

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Subproject Sixty-Eight & other poems published 27/01/2017

no longer differentiate between absurd and mundane.
The concoction of an entire atmosphere
from nothing–like the devising of another world
within our world–is terrifying in magnitude,

correct? Have I mentioned the machine-elf?

New poetry by Stephen Langlois.

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