Morning White Dove
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
and the rattle
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.
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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.)
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
(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
what myth has been provoked
what legend ransacked
where art how art
how can we make recompense
would that we were able
would that we
About – to find out more about Nick and Myles follow these links:
Nick Allen Poetry
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
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
It will be in black and white.
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
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.