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Nathanael O’Reilly

Twilight

In the twilight of the morning
lovers come to embrace reality
in the twilight of eveninglovers ripen with new-born yearning
drawn together by desire’s gravity
in the twilight of the morning

kept apart by harsh light’s warning
waiting for night-time’s obscurity
in the twilight of evening

hours away from dark loving
surrendering to brute humanity
in the twilight of the morning

escaping time through kissing
attempting to embrace infinity
in the twilight of evening

lovers dwelling in-between eluding
roles defined by others for eternity
in the twilight of the morning
in the twilight of evening

 

Note: The lines “In the twilight of the morning” and “In the twilight of evening” are both taken from Thomas Hardy’s Tess of the D’Urbervilles.

Nathanael O’Reilly is an Irish-Australian residing in Texas. His books include Preparations for Departure, Distance, Cult, Suburban Exile and Symptoms of Homesickness. His poetry has appeared in publications from twelve countries, including Antipodes, Cordite, Headstuff, Mascara, Skylight 47, Snorkel, Verity La and The Newcastle Poetry Prize Anthology 2017.

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Simon Cockle

Morning White Dove

Elvis’ great-great-great
grandmother
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
returning

 

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

 

9781916038158

 

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. www.ozhardwick.co.uk

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
photo.

 

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

Unarmoured

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 http://thistlewren.blogspot.fi/ and @grimalkingerry on Twitter.

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