Marjorie Gill – Instructions for a Love Bomb

Instructions for a Love Bomb

Muslims and other Norwegians create a ring of peace around a synagogue in Oslo, chanting
“No to anti-Semitism, no to Islamophobia.” – 20 February, 2015


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Take this mob and hollow out its core.

Construct a line like yielding traffic or braiding hair,
one from each side at a time.

Use it to ring the object of your attention.

Now turn your back.

Uncurl your fist and observe the length
of lifeline, how it disappears into pulse.

Link your pointing finger with your neighbours’
on the left and on the right.

Raise your arms to the sky.

Form a star.

Say no.

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Marjorie Gill’s poems have been published by, or are forthcoming in, a variety of anthologies and journals, including Ambit, Gutter, Magma, Mslexia, The Reader, CURA, Rattle, the pickled body, The Lampeter Review and The North, and have been shortlisted for each of the 2013 and 2014 Bridport Prizes. She is also the Poet in Residence at Jupiter Artland (https://www.jupiterartland.org/news/poetinresidence), and the Writer in Residence for both Spring Fling ( http://www.spring-fling.co.uk/event/sf-x-wbf-writer-in-residence/ ) and the 2015 Wigtown Book Festival (http://www.wigtownbookfestival.com).

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Chaucer Cameron – The Ardent Vexillologist

The Ardent Vexillologist

takes part in local politics,
remembers names and faces
dates and places, points of view.
Keeps carp in his front garden pool,
waters hanging baskets in the rain.

Almost everyday he mows his lawn
careful not to tread in dirt.
Clips summer weeds from walls,
wears his short sleeved oxford shirt
tucked in neat beneath his belt.

He loves his clean striped canvas chair
crosses legs at knee and ankle,
but strains to keep position
as the double headed eagle attached
firmly to its flag pole, groans
and flutters in the wind.

His wife behind net curtains watches,
adjusts the waistband of her skirt
buttons up her coat then pauses,
she can see through shadows.
Checks the fireplace coals for feathers,
notices her blouse is scorched,
edges closer to the window.

From its perch the eagle stretches
shakes its heads, pulls up its wings,
pecks at feathers’ twisted stitches,
broken flagpole, empty canvas.

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Chaucer Cameron’s poetry has been published in journals and anthologies, including The Interpreter’s House and Amaryllis. She works collaboratively producing poetry films which have been screened at poetry events and Liberated Words International Poetry Film Festival and also co-runs poetry film workshops. Chaucer’s poetry films include the thirty-minute collection, There is Nothing in the Garden.  www.elephantsfootprint.com

David Cooke – A Waldorf Salad

A Waldorf Salad
for Paul

The Waldorf was always Grandad’s hotel –
the place he had helped to build but never
got to stay in. From his room in the Bronx,
did he hop on the El to leave his mark

on Manhattan’s skyline? It’s too late now
to check the details, as I try at least
to plot his absent years back from the splash
of its opening to the Wall Street Crash.

Working out his children’s ages, a gap’s
revealed, and then how old he must have been –
a Volunteer with mouths to feed, his goal
something better than the Irish Free State.

His cause in abeyance, he chanced his luck
abroad, where he found the future rooted
in its bottom line. He returned with cash
and tall stories, a few Yankee phrases.

But what did he make of bootleg whisky,
when he had no chance of a quiet pint;
or the well dressed hoodlums and shoeshine boys
who had never crossed fields or dug a ditch?

Above his head the sky’s a chart, criss-crossed
with girders, on one of which two workers
have started tucking in. A step away,
two waiters hover whose aim it is to please.

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David Cooke has published three collections of his work and has been widely published in the UK, Ireland and beyond in journals such as Agenda, Ambit, The Bow Wow Shop, The Cortland Review, The Interpreter’s House, The Irish Press, The London Magazine, Magma, The Morning Star, New Walk,  The North, Poetry Ireland Review, Poetry Salzburg Review, The Reader, The SHOp and Stand. He has two collections forthcoming: A Murmuration (Two Rivers Press, 2015) and After Hours(Cultured Llama Press 2017).

Julia Webb – Electioneering

Electioneering

Do you know who you will vote for in the election?
We want to hear your feedback and opinions.
Can we put our board in your front garden?

We know your views are probably already hardened,
and voters aren’t keen on changing their direction.
Do you know who you will vote for in the election?

We’ve come today to ask if you’ve any questions,
although our candidate could not be here, just his minions,
can we put our board in your front garden?

Do you think you might take time for some reflection?
Our parliamentary candidate really knows his onions.
Do you know who you will vote for in the election?

You know the current governments an infection,
they only care about people earning millions.
Can we put our board in your front garden?

We hope that we have made a real connection
and that you will increase our party’s chance of winning,
Do you know who you will vote for in the election?
Can we put our board in your front garden?

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Julia Webb is a graduate of UEA’ s Creative Writing MA. She has had work in various journals including Magma, Poetry Salzburg Review, Poetry News, and The Rialto. Julia is one of the editorial team for Lighthouse – a journal for new writing. In 2014 she was shortlisted for the Poetry School/Pighog Pamphlet competition. Her first collection Bird Sisters will be published by Nine Arches Press in 2016.

Lizzy Matterson – An Exhibition

An Exhibition

The silent scream of the powerless
A testament to the death of ideals
Scrawled among the fascists’ bombs
Stained by the blood of the creator
Recused from rumble by comrades
And used to further their cause
A propaganda tool for intervention
Rally call for the raising of funds
Reprints for a socialite’s Christmas
Sent as cards to the liberal rich
Passed in the hands of a collector
And displayed as this year’s vogue
Repaid as a tax debt to the nation
Hung on a far off museum wall
Ignored by hordes of boredom
Just a footnote to a greater war

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Lizzy Matterson is twenty nine and from Sunderland.  She is a nurse by profession and has been writing stories and poems for several years. She recently started attending a writers’ group and reading at open mic events.