Poetry

In A Moment

By Helen Elliott Salt-spray foam glided over shell and stone with all else still despite the season. I cleansed my lips to taste the day dropped my gaze, blocked out the grey counted colours; speckled [… read more ]

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Poetry

Common Rape

By Donna Jones   You smacked me, Attacked me And ripped my clothes off.   You bit me, Unzipped me And broke my womb.   You are my be-friender, First boyfriend; My dodgy ‘uncle’, Shadow [… read more ]

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Poetry

Portsmouth Pounds

By Donna Jones.   There’s pounds here in these curved yachts, In these block penthouses; Italian leather bags cupping keys, crafted wallets and lip gloss; Crisp suits, crinkle linen and boating shoes that know they [… read more ]

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Poetry

Detritus

By Donna Jones.   Last  year’s detritus lies sulking, Skulking in mud, Trapped between yesterday and tomorrow’s resolutions. Torn Christmas cards, fox torn bags, seepage. Mouldy peelings, used panty liners, and wet dog shit. Shredded [… read more ]