Dreams of Children by Ralph Dartford

Dreams of Children Walking up the hill to the poetry class, talking to myself as if a mad man, of how tonight I will encourage the students to write vivid and historical verse. I’m trying to remember the words to Strange Fruit and also to turn my willpower over to a god of my own understanding. It’s … Continue reading Dreams of Children by Ralph Dartford

Britannia Corner by Rob Walton

britannia corner and so it came to pass that all roads lead to scunthorpe and brumby and ashby and frodingham and crosby and the five villages chose the choicest name and all the people moved to scunthorpe and it was the hub and centre of all the new good things made from iron ore and … Continue reading Britannia Corner by Rob Walton

Brick : A Love Poem to Middlesbrough by Scarlet Pink

BRICK: A LOVE LETTER TO MIDDLESBROUGH My hometown Pulls me down Builds me up Brick by brick Piece by piece Chrysalis Colours fly Orange Pip Butterfly   My hometown Pulls me down Builds me up Brick by brick Piece by piece I transform   Who am I?   Home was a townhouse then. Back in … Continue reading Brick : A Love Poem to Middlesbrough by Scarlet Pink

Tell-Tale Colours by Heather Wastie

Tell-tale colours In the carpet capital of the world, Brian is studying the Stour, today's mix of colours from a multitude of dyes.   His dad would make the joke that if Jellymans dumped a yellow and Carpet Trades a blue, Brintons would get green.   Every day the smell of wet wool would arrive … Continue reading Tell-Tale Colours by Heather Wastie

Dinbych by Stella Wulf

Please click here for an audio recording of Stella's wonderful poem. Stella Wulf hails from Wales but now lives in France with her husband and a menagerie of critters. She has spent her life restoring ruins and is yet to live in a house that’s finished. Her poems have appeared in Obsessed With Pipework, The High … Continue reading Dinbych by Stella Wulf

Party Song by David Medd

And finally, the last poem chosen for us this month by guest editor Jessie Joe Jacobs is a fantastically bitter persona poem from Dave Medd. Party Song History. You can keep your bleedin history. It aint mine. Deny all knowledge, lineage, bastards. Who cares who screwed who in bed or battle. Pigs have got it … Continue reading Party Song by David Medd

Deeper In Debt by Adrian McRobb

For our penultimate poem selected by guest editor Jessie Joe Jacobs, here comes an 'austerity ballad' from Adrian McRobb. Deeper In Debt… Another day in a small grey town The rain as usual pouring down Sodden people standing in queues Reading papers full of yesterdays news In near empty bars staff idly wipe glasses Beer! … Continue reading Deeper In Debt by Adrian McRobb