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Poetry on the Platforms
Poetry on the Platforms started in 2021 with an extraordinary metro journey in my home city of Newcastle upon Tyne. I was on public transport for the first time in...
Poetry on the Platforms
Poetry on the Platforms started in 2021 with an extraordinary metro journey in my home city of Newcastle upon Tyne. I was on public transport for the first time in...
Three poems
My Neurological Leg At the International Halal Centre I look at the Diamond Fish. I touch the aubergines – a Sicilian cardinal vibrates. I cross the park – It’s a...
Three poems
My Neurological Leg At the International Halal Centre I look at the Diamond Fish. I touch the aubergines – a Sicilian cardinal vibrates. I cross the park – It’s a...
The Opposite of Godot
by Guy Ware Of all the people I know who’ve died, the one I think about the most – I mean, apart from some of my immediate family – is...
The Opposite of Godot
by Guy Ware Of all the people I know who’ve died, the one I think about the most – I mean, apart from some of my immediate family – is...
As Night Was Falling
I was born at 8.40 p.m. on 17th June 1948. The address on my birth certificate is 34 Great Western Road (now the A93). This was where my grandparents lived,...
As Night Was Falling
I was born at 8.40 p.m. on 17th June 1948. The address on my birth certificate is 34 Great Western Road (now the A93). This was where my grandparents lived,...
The Comfort Trap
Molly is dying. Only my blood can save her. It flows out through a long plastic tube plugged painfully into my nose, as though an artery runs between us.
The Comfort Trap
Molly is dying. Only my blood can save her. It flows out through a long plastic tube plugged painfully into my nose, as though an artery runs between us.
Three poems
Evenings in Hell Let’s play cards,’ he said, crumpled by the pane. Seminary light caulks the room. He smokes, tamping a fag out in his final egg.
Three poems
Evenings in Hell Let’s play cards,’ he said, crumpled by the pane. Seminary light caulks the room. He smokes, tamping a fag out in his final egg.