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THREE POEMS

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May 2021

Yongyu Chen

Poetry

May 2021

  ARTICULATION OF SOLACE FOR W   We are mothering ourselves. We are articulating solace for each other. We are trying   to not...

Poetry

Issue No. 23

FROM OUR ARCHIVE: THREE POEMS

A K Blakemore

Poetry

Issue No. 23

MAY   you slid into my life as though a witch’s smock — a sun poem.   fat bee...

Poetry

February 2021

THREE POEMS

Sarah Gridley

Poetry

February 2021

  ADDRESSEE   I mind less that you go far away in time. Once I had to harden myself...

minutes were different in ward-time continuous difluoromethane and stale skin and sterilising fluid from the ventilation units replaced sundials the electric pulmonary system laughed at dressing-gown- outpatients waiting for cups of blood and honey and metastasised papyrus from a heart ventricle dazed and limp 400 feet above the aerials on the hospital roof they washed and talked to the body before draining and re-filling with formaldehyde and other solvents and then ushered into a hermetically sealed coffin or ziploc sandwich bag I climbed past the 17th hospital floor with my mother the day after a woman in a brocaded suit got down on two knees and whispered about our seven great matriarchs from a Romani family a knock on the door of each sister when another one died we both listened to the flux of compressed air up the lift shaft and the breath caught best by the radiation suite on floor 20 and level LG before the morgue the stairs changed from linoleum to concrete and I tripped over stacked wheelchairs and filing trolleys head pressed against the mirror in the lift for an overdue inheritance of glass divination or splayed-hand- palmistry I was born in the Jessop Wing and watched it being demolished while I passed on the school bus ten years later they struggled to take blood and smiled at never making it to heroin with that circulatory system while my grandmother’s cyanotype roots hummed with warfarin sometimes I used the toilet by the hospital chapel after leaving school and walked corridor to corridor not another doctor for miles between here and 1979 time dilated between IV lines and ventilator drops and bedside alarms and wind pulled through structural cavities we did not know what the family name had been before the air on the roof became anti-septic

Poetry

February 2021

Hospital

Maria Giles-Holland

Poetry

February 2021

minutes were different in ward-time. continuous difluoromethane and stale skin and sterilising fluid from the ventilation units replaced sundials....

Prism

Poetry

February 2021

Kandace Siobhan Walker

Poetry

February 2021

  Board trustees tapped heirloom spoons against the graduates’ wet green skulls to get at the yolk. Academics, in chorus, drilled and blew until...
   I know you can see through my body, its soft little bones its heart-shrill rhythm I forget how astral everything is,   that my suffering is equivocal to my orchard, the number of orange fruits that exist   I love the way your beak is pierced with a thousand holes like a flute Each opening has a different sound, each sound is a secret   Phoenix, I tried to rip the skin off a snake instead of letting it moult I tried to block sunlight with my body save a fly from a swimming pool   I’ve tried to live my life in one breath Tried rebirth, reared myself to live quietly beside a shoal of wild demons   I trust I am a butterfly dreaming as a woman, the fact there are realized beings   Don’t tell Oaba, Baba joon about my drinking rainwater through dirt   About my opening the door to death like a boathouse That I am only water mixed with dust That we are just something rather than nothing That the world might persuade you of otherwise
Solo to bird phoenix

Poetry

February 2021

Eve Esfandiari Denney


 

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