Blush by Stephen Kingsnorth

[tabby title="Poem"] Some juicy packs need friends about,with laughter dripping, dripping mash,strands and stringy orange pulp,sip slipware sliding uncontrolled,fruit of the spirit, fleshy stuff.It is no wonder there’s a blush,and hard stone hidden, brown in gold;of ways to eat a...

Grace Notes by Stephen Kingsnorth

[tabby title="Poem"] Where are the semitones I need,the gentle climb, fall, steps of ease,stave, cleft and bar, spread manuscriptsaved by clear grace notes in the mix?Expensive sound is diverse thought,the grander vision, insight shared,community, both living, dead,the passing dreams, tomorrow’s...

Grain to Crust by Stephen Kingsnorth

[tabby title="Poem"] The baker’s hands, enfolding flour,in early hours of dusting clouds,with sweat of beating, oven power -full fruit of farmer’s toil in soil,and miller’s grinding at the wheel -work hours combined to harvest time,serve crusty pile of cottage loaves....

Witness by Stephen Kingsnorth

[tabby title="Poem"] Birth dressed me by genetic codechanged by the route that I have moved,a drapery unknown elsewhere,stretching, beathing, pliable.Green sapling, soon cork cambium,hardened leather, given time,still waterproof but wearing thin,and parchment will see final leaf.The blades, pet project, undergrowth,cut...

Handiwork by Stephen Kingsnorth

[tabby title="Poem"] Those knuckles rapped for careless work,his index wrapped in dressing crepe,that fore nail not so cuticleas carpenter, a journeyman,apprenticeship in tenon jointswhen whirl met whorl in sinew slip,grew tender metatarsal bruisewhere block had fallen, hand to foot. Ground...