Scattered Leaves by Stephen Kingsnorth

[tabby title="Poem"] Those pheromone for stirring love,the scent of reading drift to sink,recycled letters, verbs for words,all taken, tumbling down to earthwhen they prescribed to raise our thoughts.I have a dream, texts in a spin,that letters may escape therein,those glyphs...

Numbered Days by Stephen Kingsnorth

[tabby title="Poem"] It all adds up, for numbers man,integers integral to the plan,equations, formulae that spanspace and time, in sum the truth. Law of the Medes, unchangeable,from big bang to a quantum state,there is no shaking of belief,this, the language...

Homecoming by Stephen Kingsnorth

[tabby title="Poem"] It’s coming home to me again,the wonder of my stable birthwith caring arms at hand to holdmy mother as sweat turned to glow -and growth that ensued in the wake. I travel now with lighter loadwhere I first...

Fake by Stephen Kingsnorth

[tabby title="Poem"] He led us out, pied piper,for Hameln our school named,the teacher for our music,black notes, his scores for each.Our nickname for him, Piebald,without a hint of hair,insisting our breath music,if only funnelled toots.A horrible concert programme,we fingered as...

Nodding Donkeys by Stephen Kingsnorth

[tabby title="Poem"] We hear of shipping magnates -what launched them, current stream?All born with a silver spoon,or wealth, magnetic, ‘mine’?Some raised by harbour junkyards,flotillas on the waves,though crafty plans saw flimsy,how sales could be improved.Those junk sails on manoeuvres,gave backbone,...