Hey, Hear! by Stephen Kingsnorth

[tabby title="Poem"] Hear, Hey Brown Sugar, sweet’s delight,did you know Demerara climes,that drip sweat danger for the slaves,plantation workers in the fields? Why wanted whites their coffee browned,what stirred men’s souls, if not their plight?What made them blind as crossed...

Atmospheres Stephen Kingsnorth

[tabby title="Poem"] What bubbles up, companions joined,around full platters, more to spare,rehearsing past in reminisce,flock together, buffet share,recollect and reconstruct,or maybe rake what better left,despite ice stare from upper right,until all called to toast the pair? They rise in straggles,...

Awake or A Wake? by Stephen Kingsnorth

[tabby title="Poem"] Where green seen tone of globe called sea,not simply earth as planet named,but vision, human monochrome,the merge of shades in fleshy hex,all grades between black and white dreams,old ghosts dressed in a rainbow skin,the promise bowing over world;that...

Rejig by Stephen Kingsnorth

[tabby title="Poem"] Now I am puzzled. See the world -it was blood-red when I a child,empirical, a dirty word -more than a blush when that word’s heard,tested, tried, gilt-edged in deed,as now seems fitting to our age. Beyond framed picture,noted...

Bull Market by Stephen Kingsnorth

[tabby title="Poem"] I quiver hearing mantra’s chant,that catchline slogan aired again,a formula, proof enterprise,the jingle ringing in my head,targets and goals both set and met. The aim is to aim, strapline brand,but I’ve been burnt, ambition high,though featherlight their strategy,and...