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Simon Cockle

Morning White Dove

Elvis’ great-great-great
was a Cherokee

you can see her
in the cheekbones
the wilderness eyes

and hear the plains
echo in every line
of Mystery Train

together they listen
for the wind riding
through Graceland

and the rattle
of carriages


Simon Cockle is a poet from Aston, Hertfordshire.  His first collection, River Lane (Arenig Press), was published in 2018. His poems have appeared in Envoi, iOTA, Dreamcatcher, The Lampeter Review and Prole Poetry. He has read at the Ledbury Poetry Festival in 2016. 2017 and 2019.
Visit Simon’s website here

Michael Durack

A Patch of Darkness

Forty paces, give or take, from our front door
to Moroney’s black-and-white TV;
the first ten bathed in kitchen window light,
the final twenty lit by a public lamp
above a crossroads public water pump,
a patch of utter darkness in between.

They say that darkness is mere absence of light,
a gravelled path the same morning as night.
But tell that to the bandits and assassins,
to the sly beasts lurking in the bushes.
Tell it to the boy hotfooting heart-in-mouth
to catch The Fugitive or Arrest and Trial.


Michael Durack lives in Co. Tipperary, Ireland. His work features in journals such as The Blue Nib, Skylight 47, The Stony Thursday Book and Poetry Ireland Review. Publications include a memoir in prose and poems, Saved to Memory: Lost to View (2016) and a poetry collection, Where It Began ( Revival Press 2017.)

between two rivers – Nick Allen and Myles Linley

Today we celebrate the Maytree Press release of this very special collaboration between poet Nick Allen and artist Myles Linley.

In this unique partnership, poet and artist explore and respond to the mysterious landscape of the East Riding of Yorkshire.

With twelve full page colour and black and white images to compliment Nick’s sublime poetry, this is a pamphlet that will be treasured for years to come. Strictly limited to 150 copies, don’t miss out – order your copy direct from Maytree here –  Shop


how here
(on seeing the turbine blade installation outside the Ferens Gallery, Hull)

what beast left this
what manner of beast
dropped this thing

let it fall
why here and how here
what did it before

and where

what myth has been provoked
what legend ransacked
where art   how art
how can we make recompense

how repair

would that we were able
would that we

would we




About – to find out more about Nick and Myles follow these links:

Myles Linley

Nick Allen Poetry

Oz Hardwick

A Checklist of Basic Divinity

God or human? It’s a fine distinction, like a flip of a coin, or a local radio
phone-in with regulars calling just to change the subject. There’s always
something about Brexit or parking charges, and the kids who don’t even have
off licences to skulk outside of anymore – and did you know that skulk is the
collective noun for foxes? And then we’re back to the pungent tracks through
cuts and gardens, the folktale manifest in red fur and yellow teeth, assaying
garbage, barking on star-scattered lawns. And the question goes unanswered:
god or human? The Moon is a coin balanced perfectly on edge, the radio plays
repeats of classic weather forecasts, and the city nuzzles into sleep, hot fur
prickling against its naked flesh, hot breath damp on its ear.


Oz Hardwick is a York-based writer, photographer and occasional musician, whose work has been published and performed internationally. He has published eight poetry collections, most recently The Lithium Codex (Hedgehog, 2019), and has edited and co-edited several more. Oz leads the Creative Writing programmes at Leeds Trinity University.

Edmund Dixon

False Summit

She holds the notebook,
he, the camera. His back
curves to the mountain’s spine.
He kneels in cotton grass,
balances a tripod.

She sees through him to the sea,
the peaks they never climbed
together. He waits
for the shadows
to move.

It will be in black and white.
She waits,
remembers the first time
he took her


Aziz (Edmund) Dixon draws on local Pennine and Welsh landscapes and life experiences. He has been widely published both on-line and in print and his poems have also featured in the anthologies: Dusk, published by Arachne Press, Voices along the road: an anthology in aid of child refugees and Hippocrene: poems of nature and the spirit, Linford Press, 2017.


Image: The Cotton Path by David Coldwell

Gerry Stewart


Their conversation falls to the floor
with lead quotation marks.

On pin-point heels she cut a swath
through the smoke-filled club.

Signature lips of crushed black cherries
dip into his laugh lines.

She wears a second skin of sonnets,
long beads of exotic alphabets
trickling down her neck.

Her hair leaves a trail of seaweed
and sand-filled shells across his bed.

She casts no reflection,
a falling wave.
All he hears is her voice.

Gerry Stewart is a poet, creative writing tutor and editor based in Finland. Her poetry collection Post-Holiday Blues was published by Flambard Press, UK. Her writing blog can be found at and @grimalkingerry on Twitter.

Edward Denniston


Each day a plaque of heat, fragrances –
thyme, jasmine, pine. Godsend of shade,
an offshore breeze.

In a patch of wild oats and dill
a bird we never see
occasionally says phsst phsst.

We’re perched on a hillside.
An unkempt olive grove surrounds
our small pool, a shelf

of concrete and water
over-looking the bay,
excavated into rock.

Behind, a range of arêtes and peaks,
savouring mists,
cosseting snow fields.

Dipped into, passed around,
weathered and lotion-smeared –
there’s a thin paperback

advising us how
the beleaguered life
might be saved

by the prudence
of much maligned Epicurus
in his garden.

And one day offshore
there’s an aircraft carrier.
A man with powerful binoculars

saunters up the steps to tell us.
The crew, he says, are fresh-faced
innocent looking men and women

who visit the town, buy souvenirs,
eat and drink, enjoy the nightclubs.
The vessel glistens in the bay.

He holds out the binoculars, invites us
to have a look. Away from their work
he says they’re friendly enough.

In a taverna one evening
a woman marks on a map
a small road cut

into a mountain slope;
go there, she says, meet
the watchers, looking south,

who keep the expanse of sea
binocular-close, who record

Sometimes, with backpacks,
they scramble down the sun-baked scree
to the stony beach to greet

the strangers they’ve been waiting for,
strangers who scramble ashore
and stand and wait and hold on to each other.

Edward Denniston has lived and worked in Waterford, Ireland since 1980, the city in which his Presbyterian ancestor from Moatfarrell, Longford travelled to live and preach dissent in the early 18th century. Edward is a recently retired teacher of English and Drama.  He has published three collections of poetry, a book of drama scripts and a libretto.

His publications are: The Point Of Singing (Abbey Press, 1999); Eskimo Advice, an ebook  (Rectory Press & Hayrake Press , 2007) ;  Interacting – 60 Drama Scripts (Russell House Publishing, 2007) ; The Scale Of Things (Salmon Poetry, 2013); For Crying Out Loud (Salmon Poetry, 2017) and Hospital Voices , a libretto with Irish composer Eric Sweeney.













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