Grief by Hannah Davies

Grief is a rough skinned gourd, with a course rind of ember green and a soft flesh fruit centre. And when this growth erupts inside your chest you are a heavy globe of roasted heart that swells and writhes and thumps against your ribs, until you don’t know whether to carve your innards out and … Continue reading Grief by Hannah Davies

Film by Beth Ripper

We're absolutely delighted to feature this 'one-shot filmpoem' by Beth Ripper, who has followed the instructions given on our previous tutorial blog. Please do have a go yourself, and send in your work! Beth lives in the wild west of Cumbria with her husband, Tim, and two silly dogs, Pip and Mae. She’s a keen … Continue reading Film by Beth Ripper

I’m Not Changing My Name by Maggie McKay

I’m Not Changing my Name because it is me my baggage, foibles, self   because I love the misspellings   because I will be "ambitious",  "pert" and "forward".    because my life began at birth   because I am not first a wife Maggie Mackay, a Scot and recent Manchester Metropolitan University MA Poetry graduate, … Continue reading I’m Not Changing My Name by Maggie McKay

Chantress by Susie McComb

Chantress Snaking briar Kiss the ground Make a root Where you’re found   Snick and snag Kitten claws Do your worst Little thorns   Overgrow Overthrow Nature’s way Hammer home   He is gone He who strimmed Beat you back Lopped your limbs   Dragged you forth Burnt your dead Boiled your young Smeared his … Continue reading Chantress by Susie McComb

Nationality by Valerie Pate

Nationality The TV presenters are shouting. Every line they deliver is accentuated by dramatic pauses and rising crescendos. I scan the jammed airport terminal, attempting to spy a man under forty not clad in a cap. The voices are too loud; jarring. I have returned once more to the U. S. of A.   “Welcome … Continue reading Nationality by Valerie Pate

The Columnist by Michelle Dee

He picked me up, picked me out, from all of the boys. He took me home took me to bed he was a columnist. Rewriting my life with a few words, ‘You are a girl,’ he said pulling me in for a kiss. ‘You are not gay, you are just a girl,’ he said transforming … Continue reading The Columnist by Michelle Dee

Change At Basingstoke by Peter Fereday

Change at Basingstoke Last week I went to Wokingham I travelled on the train They told me “Change at Basingstoke” I murmured “What a pain!” So when we got to Basingstoke I went into the loo And changed into a leopard Who’d escaped from London Zoo.   I leapt across the platform In a rather … Continue reading Change At Basingstoke by Peter Fereday