The Wicker Man by Stephen Kingsnorth

[tabby title="Poem"] The old craft taught of sacrifice,a basket case when filmed as cult,the wicker market, burning man,an island where the school’s spell can't. They weaved their magic for young minds,corrupted life once puritan,with song and dance of masque ball...

Cycles On by Stephen Kingsnorth

[tabby title="Poem"] From cradle to grave souls are markedfrom grain of cot to cross on mound;as smooth skin turns to wrinkled parchthe seeds, soon saplings, bolder trunkswill stand, gnarled witnesses throughout.So water, earth, air, fire conjoinas elements while journey ontoward...

Enmity by Stephen Kingsnorth

[tabby title="Poem"] Now as above, so below, fearfrom drones and rockets, shooting stars,or hand to hand, white vests ignoredby starbursts of their nozzle flames.But lower hits in cramping style,gripped paining pangs of hunger whilethey mourn for generations lostby homeland barbed...

Bridge by Stephen Kingsnorth

[tabby title="Poem"] They bombed this town, old IRA,past thirty years; the day beforethe Sunday which was Mother’s Day,with youngsters buying gifts of course,bouquets of blooms in gratitude. At ten and two, those boys were killedand ever since the town has...

Even Mute by Stephen Kingsnorth

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] A silent witness to the pastpost mortem speeches are heard thoughvoiced, forensic pathologists,interpreting skeletal terms,poems from the ossuary. Though archaeology, from earth,with partner, anthropology,through pollen types, and isotopes,in unity of place and time -they draw a story...