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Mirage

by Jeremy Wikeley — I’m driving. The devil’s riding shotgun. / Well? He waves out the window. Was it worth it? /  Ahead, the A36 piles into Wiltshire / like a needle piercing through a quilt. / The countryside is a knotted rope of cars. / I'm driving.

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Crowned

by Maria Taylor — Anna who’ll become my mother / enters the café. The matchmaker waves from her till. / Her nephew is thirty-eight. / Anna is thirty-one. She sees crowns of white blossom / crossing over their heads. A money dance. // Hears a baby

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The Day Cattle Broke Through the Fence at the Outbreak of the Ukraine War

by Graham Mort — They were belted Galloways, black with milky / cummerbunds, grazing in the field below gardens / between mole hills and thistles above the beck / that

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Erasures

by Maryann Corbett — It was, he first explains, a summer job. / The sort you ordinarily forget — / work-study, during graduate school. His task / was hauling the condemned away for burning / or rending limb from limb. Not people, no, / but books

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Boulder Song

by Wendy Pratt — The boulder sings like a tuning fork sings; / vibrating with the glacier’s movement. Listen. // Opposite a bus shelter, beside a bypass, / the boulder sings a Shap granite score / back to the pressure of its creation. // It is a sound

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Tellisford Weir

by Ruth Sharman — We’ve swum in this river before, / though no one steps / in the same river twice. // The glassy shock, four or five frantic strokes / before we glide downstream / as if we could go on for ever: // these are familiar; what's new

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Jamón Ibérico

by Regina Weinert — April in the Sierra Morena is mild. A hint of heat. / Knobbly-kneed holm oaks, widely spaced, // cast shade over drifts of green and yellow. / The pigs must be ecstatic. They grunt and chuckle. // Grass blades stroke their

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Airborne

by Mary Mulholland — Tell me about when they dropped you and you flew / to the mud-banks of the Ijssel near Arnhem, / scarcely more than a child, with parachute wings. // By your bedside you still have a book: The Psychology / of Fear: How to

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Waiting with Leszek

by June Wentland — This hospital is a strange place, / he tells us. It’s a ship that sails. // He’s not sure if intent is there or not: / a liner responding to schedules // or a nurse driven mad by over work — / releasing wards

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