How To Build A Home by Sarah L Dixon

Guest editor Clive Birnie selected this poem because, he says, "I love the reflections of sounds; diaries, fairies..." How to build a home after Clare Shaw   Cover the bare bulbs with tassels and shades that take the light and warm and dull it.   Place boots in the hallway. They will tangle into a comfortable … Continue reading How To Build A Home by Sarah L Dixon

Shift by Rob Walton

A welcome return for a Celebrating Change regular, Rob Walton, with a short and atmospheric poem that grabbed our guest editor Clive Birnie's attention. Clive says "there is so much unsaid here - and last night I slept in a house where you go downstairs to the bedroom!" Shift I’ve been frying this cheap mince for … Continue reading Shift by Rob Walton

Three poems by Jane Burn

Welcome to this edition of Celebrating Change, kicking off our short season of poems about 'changing home', selected by very special guest editor Clive Birnie. Clive is founder and editor at award-winning independent press, Burning Eye. He's also an artist and a writer of poetry and prose, with an interest in experimental forms using blackout, … Continue reading Three poems by Jane Burn

Stop Motion Stories

In our January session, we came together to write a communal poem inspired by a simple yet powerful life-story poem, written by local hero Sara Dennis. (See below for full poem). In it, Sara lists a long series of events and actions, some of which seem to be behaviour patterns repeating, some of which are … Continue reading Stop Motion Stories

Moving On by Fran Edwards

I need a change of scenery he said, looking through me at something more appealing and desirable.   I changed the sheets but the bed still smelt of him.   Three months later he changed his mind he said he'd had a change of heart.   So had I, and I'd changed the locks. Thanks … Continue reading Moving On by Fran Edwards

Fear of Drowning by Gail Curry

Fear of drowning I used to visit the sea drawn to it to sit for hours watching the waves drag the shingle from the shore snatched into the icy waters against its will. I used to feel like shingle a small piece of stone insignificant at the mercy of the sea, waiting to drown. I … Continue reading Fear of Drowning by Gail Curry

Summer’s Last by Harry Gallagher

Summer’s Last As the seafront echoes to talk of icecream weather and how the washing can wait until the morning   and all-walked-out children piggyback up the slipway on crispyskinned parents who are planning for bedtime,   hemmed in behind the bars of an offshore windfarm, awaiting its jailbreak, Autumn gathers its anvils. As I … Continue reading Summer’s Last by Harry Gallagher