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...

Whiffs, Weft, Warp by Stephen Kingsnorth

[tabby title="Poem"] See skein held wide by stretch out hands,grandmother drawing it to ball,then teaching, as he her own had donethe yarn of how cat’s cradle runs,a magic trick to eyes of child. See parcel crudely tied with string,bumps breaking...

About The Fire by Stephen Kingsnorth

[tabby title="Poem"] The story goes around the fireas embers die, accounts revivedof how, relived, past characterstake central stage, communal play.We cast them, shadows, yesterday,our prophets, seers, old grandma’s talkof how we walked beside the crops,loaned fields, our stock, and nature’s...