everything
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Julia Webb is a writer, poetry mentor/tutor and editor, based in Norwich. Her third collection The Telling was published by Nine Arches Press in May 2022. She is steering editor for Lighthouse – a journal for new writers.
In the cancer clinic
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Jon Alex Miller lives in London with his husband and dog. He has poems published in Magma, the Haiku Quarterly and the Hyacinth Review. He works with big businesses on climate change and social justice. @JonMillerXX
Still Daughter
My grandmother made things from silver and wool,
made biscuits from flour and peanut butter.
My mother made things from clay and glass,
from eggs and aubergines, from almonds and words.
I am watching the approaching winter,
growing seedlings at the end of summer,
walking barefoot in the woods, cutting
my feet on twigs and sharp matter
trying to make something from air and water
from rhythms and seasons,
from mornings and evenings, from being a woman,
still being a daughter.
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Sophia Argyris grew up mainly in Scotland and now lives in Oxfordshire. Her poetry has been published in various places including Magma, Prole, Structo and Under the Radar, and is forthcoming in 7th Quarry in 2023. Her short collection “How Do the Parakeets Stay Green?” was published by Indigo Dreams Publishing in 2014.
Coleraine
I
12th June 1973
Daddy is home from work
but something very bad
has happened. A bomb
in Coleraine. It was close.
People are dead. The blast
blew his whole car around
the corner. His back wind
-screen burst intact out of
its fitting, ended up in the car.
A policeman said: You should be dead.
II
23rd January 2022
We are watching a Sunday night drama
that begins with a bomb. My father says
That’s not entertainment
and starts talking about Coleraine, the story I know
about the car blown round the corner, the policeman
saying You should be dead but he goes further,
tells how he stepped out of his car that day.
It was just like that he says nodding at the television,
the dust, the devastation. People were just lying there,
one old woman, they were collecting her up,
putting her in an ambulance. I saw her glasses
amongst the debris. I picked them up,
gave them to the policewoman.
It was just like that, the dust,
the devastation.
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Gill Barr’s poems have appeared in Bad Lilies, The Honest Ulsterman and The New European. She holds an MA in Creative Writing from Queen’s University, Belfast and appeared at the Ledbury Poetry Festival in July 2022.
Exhumation for the Purposes of Quantifying Love/Not Love
On the anniversary I dig up your spleen
intact; the worms refused it
but not your heart
My spade separates body from organ
I hold it in hand; you glisten
like gristle in the 4.30 glow
Lighter than anticipated; I weigh
up where you held me and find the density
collapsing into an empty centre
The unwrapping is mine; the song at last too I
peel your tissue and sing, and sing and pass
from hand to hand, hoping when I stop
there will be a sharp red pebble cutting into the flesh
secretly deposited when you were feeling a bit drunk
examining a copied photograph
your arms an orbit around me
my arms hugging a bowl the bowl
containing strawberries that made my guts heave.
There is earth and offal staining my palms
as you unravel in my lap:
rancid swaddling cloth for your child’s children.
No prizes
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KE Morash is a playwright and poet. Her writing has received prizes and been published in Spelt, Ink, Sweat & Tears, Songs of Love & Strength; Live Canon Anthology 2019 and 2018; Room; Understorey; Literary Mama; Sentinel Literary Quarterly; Bare Fiction; amongst others.
The Watcher
She walks backwards into the sea;
shingle gives ingress to her feet
before removing any word of her.
At her shoulder a scrappy halfmoon
of grey seals pause their morning hunt
to study this rum spectacle.
Her cotton shift loses a little pigment
day-by-day, so the dark blooms
are an unreadable cloud below the surface.
From the cliffs, you can see her, if you wish it.
And when the wind drops just enough,
seal-song will act like a balm.
Go to her now, she will send back your dead,
salvage your bedazzling treasures.
She can feel you are heartsore.
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Helen Ivory is a poet and visual artist. Her fifth Bloodaxe collection is The Anatomical Venus (2019). She is an editor for IS&T and teaches creative writing online for the UEA/NCW. Her New and Selected will appear from MadHat (US) later this year.
My mother contracts streptococcus as a child
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Fiona Cartwright (Twitter @sciencegirl73) is a poet and conservation scientist. Her poems have appeared in various magazines, including Magma, Mslexia, Under the Radar, Interpreter’s House and Atrium. Her debut pamphlet, Whalelight, was published by Dempsey and Windle in 2019 (Fiona Cartwright).
Vinyl
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Poppy Stevens is a poet, actor and educator living in Norwich. Her writing has been commissioned by The National Centre for Writing, TOAST Poetry and BBC Radio Norfolk.
Severed
Blood has soaked her pyjama top when she appears,
holding out her hand – four-fingered – as if it’s no use
to her now. My instinct’s to save the severed part,
so I hoist her onto my hip and run to the kitchen
where she’s chopped an apple under the spotlights
hidden beneath the cupboard. The rest of the kitchen’s dark.
Outside is dark, with flickers of frost light when the moon
breaks through scurrying clouds. She’s heavy-limbed
and helpless in my arms, but the finger’s there amongst
half-moons of pink-fleshed apple. I swivel from worktop
to freezer, thrust it in with the tubs of raspberries
from the summer, collapse on the lino. She’s still offering me
her hand – half wanting the whole thing gone, half wanting
it fixed. Where is her pain? I’m wrapping her fingers
with crumpled tea towels pulled from the middle drawer
and she’s resting her head against the crook of my arm,
staring at a distant point by the door, as if at the doctors
for her jabs. I’m screaming for help, for someone to phone
for an ambulance, wanting to haul us both into the freezer’s
silver body, to be closer to the finger, the part of her
that’s permanently broken, permanently gone.
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Kate Hendry’s poems have been widely published in magazines including The Rialto, The North, Mslexia, Under the Radar, Gutter, and are forthcoming in Poetry Wales and New Welsh Review. Her first pamphlet, The Lost Original, was published by Happenstance Press. @hendrykate
Diazepam
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Elizabeth McGeown is based in Belfast, Northern Ireland and has poems published or forthcoming in Banshee, Abridged and Under the Radar. She is the 2022 UK Poetry Slam Champion and her first collection ‘Cockroach’ is out with Verve in Summer 2022.
atriumpoetry.com 