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Buds by Stephen Kingsnorth

[tabby title="Poem"] With blizzard swirl outside my frameI hope there’s salt in gravel bin -just where black glass controls the hill,the cars dance ballet, solo twirls.They travel by, beyond control,despite the rule to stay inside,though their own journey, driven goal,threatens...

Punic Wars by Stephen Kingsnorth

[tabby title="Poem"] Now Pop’s mates drank the way it was,a micro-brewed, trad tankard ale,dark porter, best, old bitter men,the ones who like beer without froth,just hops and crafted barley malt,the snug, shebeen, speak-easy crew. But Ma, cleanliness next to God...

Music for the heart by Stephen Kingsnorth

[tabby title="Poem"] When pump is weakened, bellow fades,the heart is stopped and life is drainedas with old organ in the loft,whatever stop need be applied,there chewing mice cause Silent Night.But with intended rhythm drivethe beat is set for harmony,as past,...

The Big Lottery Dream by Stephen Kingsnorth

[tabby title="Poem"] Our used words give the game away -all - ‘the’ and ‘big’, ‘lottery’, ‘dream’.We emphasise the definite,for this is it, score underlined,the win that turned our life around,that served as headline on our lips -but will it too...

Lengths for Width by Stephen Kingsnorth

[tabby title="Poem"] It lies beneath her surface sheen,the real disturbance of disease,dementia spread, synapse collapse,while outwardly she knows the rules -the courtesies to strangers shown,as even dares to hold her hand,mutters sweet nothings to her lobe. He daily comes from...