Bridge by Stephen Kingsnorth

[tabby title="Poem"] They bombed this town, old IRA,past thirty years; the day beforethe Sunday which was Mother’s Day,with youngsters buying gifts of course,bouquets of blooms in gratitude. At ten and two, those boys were killedand ever since the town has...

Even Mute by Stephen Kingsnorth

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] A silent witness to the pastpost mortem speeches are heard thoughvoiced, forensic pathologists,interpreting skeletal terms,poems from the ossuary. Though archaeology, from earth,with partner, anthropology,through pollen types, and isotopes,in unity of place and time -they draw a story...

White Light by Stephen Kingsnorth

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] Imagining a singing birdtoo far for inner sight or ear -too bleak for calling, colly wing,the starkest change from Adlestrop.Willow herb least growing, live,and buddleias wont survive,to pull from air, their butterflies.The patent wait, though more than...

Rainbow Fallen by Stephen Kingsnorth

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] Full laughter spills, then concentrate,a gauntlet dressed as coloured cube,with grip and steer, coordinate,in finger flash with orbit stare,through knuckle lock and wrestle wrist.There’s craft, sport science brought to bearas whirl of whorls choreographedalgorithms worked somewhere else;frustration...

Christmas Passed by Stephen Kingsnorth

[tabby title="Poem"] We hand down will and testaments,rich, valued signs inherited,the festive customs we assumed,now stark, stamp-sealed, red letter days.Routine monotonies stepped backas for a season, greeting us,our world, enchantment, fancifulwith colour, bright, gold glitter sights,those holidays found fantasy.Those Christmas...