“Suddenly The” kindly published in “Misplaced Identity”. Thankyou Zac.
“Books Are Made (From ‘A World Where 2’)” warm thanks to Jessica for publishing in Literally Literary
Many thanks to Tasha
Source: Skin Snagged by Paul Brookes
Many thanks to Jamie and Michael for featuring three of my poems in The Poet By Day
THE LAST WEDNESDAY WRITING PROMPT June 21: Times and places of peace leave no scars to jog our memories and stoke the fires of our hope. Remember peace or imagine it: What would a world at peace look like?
My own poem that accompanied the prompt was about re-imagining a war torn place – Syria – into peace. Some have taken the prompt and pointed it at inner peace or the personal experience of a peaceful moment, both of which would be the everyday norms of a peaceful world. S.E. Ingram writes about explaining peace to a child … and it is peace to that child when he and his brother stop hitting one another. And so it is with the world at large.
Thanks to all who came out to play.
EXPLAINING A PEACE-SIGN TO A TODDLER
It never occurred to me how impossible
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Longbarrow Press is proud to announce the publication of Sheffield Almanac, the debut pamphlet by Pete Green. Described by Green as ‘a poem in four chapters about rivers, rain, relocation, and regeneration, exploring the industrial past and post-industrial future of my adopted home city,’ it is available in a hand-stitched first edition. You can read an extract here, find Green’s vivid exegesis of the poem here, and order the 36-page pamphlet below:
‘We parted with new understandings, of the poems, the landscapes, and ourselves: as participants and contributors, crafting an experience through a collective act of heightened attention.’ Sheffield Almanac is one of several poems discussed in a new post for the Longbarrow Blog, in which Brian Lewis reflects on the shaping of ‘Vanishing Point’, a recent city…
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Originally posted on The Wombwell Rainbow: of summer you bite into when parched so sticky waterfalls down either side of unlicked lips lollops, sugar trail excites life out and beyond you, makes sun a promotional advert, appeal to the recalled child in us as we wait in the queue for an icecream, counter and smiling…
of summer you bite into when parched so sticky waterfalls down either side of unlicked lips lollops, sugar trail excites life out and beyond you, makes sun a promotional advert, appeal to the recalled child in us as we wait in the queue for an icecream, counter and smiling face you look up to above gaudy images of lollies, 99’s, look down and make a skew if salute as shield sublaze from your eyes that sting, finger the large coins in your sweaty palm while your sister whose younger tigs you and says “Your on!”, and distracted say “Sorry” to the man leant over the cliff edge of his window says, “What do you want, son?”
“Darkhouses Send My” accepted by Jake into The Creative Cafe. Warm thanks, Jake https://thecreative.cafe/darkhouses-send-my-ae33af76bfe8
this ground to the body; earth to ashes, ashes to earth, ashes to dust; looking for the last day in the minor insurrection, and world of the life to go, dead shall take their earth and sea, sleep of those incorruptible thoughts of those awake stay the same, unmade according to the frail rework all who release themselves.
my belongings hang by a thread nursed by house and money spiders into an intrigue of web, suspense suspended in the room of a corner reverses all expectation, ordinary skin haunts ordinary marriage wrapped and ready to have spunk and zest sucked out by the furry legged beasts that need a wax and that red face pampered freshness their creations dusted from hovel to home.