Poems accepted by Bindweed Magazine

I’m delighted to have had four of my poems accepted for publication by Bindweed Magazine, and very grateful to Leilanie Stewart and Joseph Robert for such a generous thumbs-up.

This will be my second time appearing in Bindweed, after having “Cymbalaria Mularis” published there in 2016. I will post a link to the four new poems once they go live in the spring.

January

This particular poem first appeared here in 2018. Seems like a good time to give it another outing.

JANUARY

January

 

Scraping back the steady,

now matted, accumulation of

leaf-fall from three darkening

 

months, and surfaced today

with a softly-glazed frosting,

reveals the yellow-green

 

points of galanthus, crocus,

narcissus, in a silent, cloaked

gathering of the faithful,

 

staking their futures on a

promised spring, still more

than a moon’s cycle away.

 

first published in Blue Heron Review, issue 7, 2017

“Atoms” published at Atrium Poetry

Atoms

I’ve been following Atrium Poetry on WordPress since it first launched, more or less. So I’m particularly pleased that my poem “Atoms” is currently appearing on the site. You can check it out here, and if you don’t already follow Atrium, I’d reckon there can’t be many poetry webzines out there more worthy of your attention.

A big thank you from me to editors Holly Magill and Claire Walker for giving one of my poems such a fine home.

Ride

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Ride

God once stopped while I was hitch-hiking,
barrelling south down the Ghost Road
through that endless stretch where
Yorkshire almost starts to resemble Texas.
He flung open the door of a long, white
Mercedes with seats made out of cows.
Given all His hard work, I couldn’t begrudge
Him it, nor the platinum signet ring on
His little finger. He looked – that day – not
unlike a young Topol, or Trotsky, with a
well-groomed neatness to His silver-threaded
curls and goatee. We talked about cars
and girls, the usual stuff, vulnerability.
He asked me how I liked His ride; I guessed
the ambiguity was entirely accidental.
What would you do – He asked me seriously
– if I were to reach out and touch you,
right here, right now? What would you do?
The question hung in the slim air between us,
like a brand new planet, still in its wrapper,
dangling innocently in the heavens He’d built.
Gazing out at the reams of road ahead
waiting to be swallowed up, I shuddered,
understanding for the first time that my soul
was really only ever going to be on loan.

 

Original version published in Algebra Of Owls, 2017

Poem accepted by Cacti Fur

Amongst all the fabulous places to visit in the galaxy of online poetry, Cacti Fur remains one of my personal favourites.

So I’m dead chuffed to have had my poem “Towards the end of our knowing one another” accepted for publication there, especially as it will go live on New Year’s Day and kick off 2020 in fine style.

I’m very grateful to editor Jim Thompson for picking this one out, after having published another one of mine, “Béchamel Sauce“, back in 2016.

Eddie’s

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Eddie’s

 

From my second storey room

up at Eddie’s I hear the kids

screaming over at the park

across the street, squeezing out

the pulp of the summer holidays.

Through a thin stripe between

the cigar-brown curtains the sky

is darkening, but I can only imagine

the world as puzzled together

from random sounds, peopled by

grown-ups on blood-pressure pills

bumping their tidy cars at twenty

along the ruts of the avenue.

Gulls yack the shore in over

the rooftops. Somewhere near

there will be waves throwing up

the ocean onto a dog-walker’s

beach, waiting like idiots for

the mood to reveal itself.

My bed creaks out a lullaby

on its springs every time I move.

I’d lose my mind if I could only

remember where I’d left it.

 

first published in Stickman Review, 2018