Three Poems
I left her waiting in international radio waves.
A voice drifting between Western Siberia and Peking.
Minus nine but spring will come;
you will ditch your great coat and famous automatic
for music and dip a toe in the water again.
Someone’s secret code has been broken on the wall
between the mountains and the palace.
Tiny taps of a finger shocked into motion
like the hooves of horses tracking back along the steppe.
By Alan Jude Moore.
She’s not that into you, baby
Sophie Parkin has launched a monthly 3:AM / Pen Pusher night on the first Tuesday of each month at the Green Carnation in Soho, London. The next one is on 4th November and will include a reading by Will Ashon.