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Favourite Things by Stephen Kingsnorth

[tabby title="Poem"] When asked about our favourite thingssome think of subjects, objects, nouns;apart from winter into spring -as featured by that singing nun -the given list, though picturesque,is full of concrete, not abstract.I know film, listening children knowthose solids that...

Adolescent Kitchenalia by Stephen Kingsnorth

[tabby title="Poem"] The angst, new tallboy, filling space,about vague layout, breakfast noon,drift toaster smoke that fills all roomsand suits those drifter refit dreams.With pot plant weeds and lowered blinds,rolled joints to brighten Sunday lunch,spice rack, all rave and wavy type,here...

Draping Orange of Spiked Balls by Stephen Kingsnorth

[tabby title="Poem"] It’s Covid under microscope,this sputnik stream assaulting us?Or Christingle, church season’s treat,red ribboned symbol, stuck with sweets?Or sunset blanket cloaking sky,mosquito ball rolls in with bites?A brain scan with injected dyeand suspect cells which multiply?Or science fiction fantasy,strange...

Recognition by Stephen Kingsnorth

[tabby title="Poem"] Our globe no longer Greeks at war,the pantheon in civil strife,gladiators, nether world,infighting, incest, familyaffairs outrageous as can be,pen names, aka attributes,fame transposed like Latin tags.Were they embodiments of fears,myths of human character,where failings filed in literature?That’s so...

Knowing Best by Stephen Kingsnorth

[tabby title="Poem"] Why did she choose to leave her love,that lump in throat, brim full brine tears,because, outhouse, the tree might stump,in larynx frogs are known to croakand sure not crab, despite mine dust?That errand skirt, the neighbour fool,whose messages...