BEE LINES The golden bees are making sweet honey From all my old failures —Antonio Machado, transl. Robert Bly In a rough grass patch by a leaning silver birch these boxes left as if in mid-move two raised on a…
ANDERS DAHLGREN Early in my life I became interested in archaeology and as this was long before Indiana Jones swung his bullwhip on the screen, I guess it was my upbringing, the trips we made to the Mediterranean world that…
Throughout 2014 as Creative Partners with Wakefield Council, Sarah Cobham and John Irving Clarke presented creative arts classes to the women of New Hall Prison and Asylum Seekers at the Quaker Meeting House in Wakefield. Using the liberating power of art,…
Seven Demons Perhaps you do not have to slay Seven demons with your bare arms Whilst riding on the back of seven dragons Snorting fire, careering through the seven canons of hell Pursued by the seven deadly sins (though I…
Sabine Huynh’s poetry SILVIA PIO (edited by) A long list of places, at the world’s opposite ends: Saigon, Lyons, London, Boston, Jerusalem, Ottawa, Tel Aviv , just to name a few. These have been the stops of Sabine Huynh’s journey,…
His Story II: The Last Act We talk at last: the last talk. Spooned, on borrowed bed, casting minds into time like fly fishers we share memories as catch on the line. Decades dissolve, and our bravely-primed hearts make old…
Emley Walk Trouser mud splats track our epic walk. Ancient lines scar the landscape, invade our souls. We trudge. Size 5 Wellies and paw prints scatter field mice, voles, birds Into the bleach boned bamboo stalks; ghosts of fertile summers…
