My Billy by Paul Brookes — In Between Hangovers

still wears a nappy at seven doesn’t understand why folk tell him off climbs through an open window with his six year old sister whose dress tears as they tumble on wet grass in the garden amongst the dogshit and mucky diapers mum has chucked out the kitchen door, and they walk on the broken […]

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Free Kindle Version of Green Anthology 12/5-12/9/16 – Happy Holidays! — Trish Hopkinson

Originally posted on Silver Birch Press: To celebrate the holiday season, we’re offering a free Kindle version of the Silver Birch Press Green Anthology – available Monday, 12/5 through Friday, 12/9/16 at Amazon.com. (If you don’t have a Kindle device, you can still read the book — with free reading apps, available at this link.) If you are in the UK, try Amazon.co.uk. The…

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Paul Brookes — The Open Mouse

A Wonder In spring morning haze, out of a red brick council house, a bothered standing hawk steals the wide eyed wonder of a radged bairn who reaches upwards with pudgy hands to grasp her silver underside and blue head. The wonder bawls as it arcs in her claws over buried mines and call centre […]

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Immigrant Tongues by Paul Brookes

reubenwoolley's avatarI am not a silent poet

closed mouths

welcome occupation

of tongue by tongue

gypsy together

enrich each private space

breath ripens

restless unsettling in

make a home in us

shape our tongue

their tongue entwines

with ours

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Paul Brookes was in poetry performance group “Rats for Love” and is in their “Rats for Love: The Book” Bristol Broadsides, 1989. His first chapbook “The Fabulous Invention Of Barnsley” by Dearne Community Arts, 1993. He has read his work on BBC Radio Bristol and had a creative writing workshop for sixth formers broadcast on BBC Radio Five Live. Recently published in Ekphrastic Review, Red Fez, The Bees Are Dead, The Beatnik Cowboy, Clear Poetry, and others.

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Mad One Eye And His Bird Brains by Paul Brookes — In Between Hangovers

Every dawn I send out black feathered bird brains my memory and thought to fetch news. I’ve gid them power of speech, and fret they’ll not come back one on these days, so I’ll sit here thoughtless and without memory. Our lass says, “Thas allus same once thas let thee birds go. Tha sits around […]

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