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Stephen Payne

A drawing of a horses head, the head is looking at us and seems to be on the body of a woman wearing a blue coat. The background is cream and white.

Bone white, star bright

Stephen Payne reviews Feeling Unusual by Ann Drysdale (Shoestring Press, 2022)
Black text on white reads: 'Epitaphs by Stephen Payne' with half a big yellow Friday Poem blob rising like a sun from the bottom edge

Epitaphs

by Stephen Payne — TINKER // Despite the name, he worked with several metals. / Despite the name, he worked with craft and care. / Let him forget about the pans and kettles / that all his tinkering could not repair. // TAILOR // Although his future
a green lawn close up with some bowling balls on it , a red flash on the top left corner reads "The Worlds finest bowls"

Considering the effects

Matthew Paul looks at poems featuring bowls by Stephen Payne, Pauline Stainer and Ted Walker
looks like a sculpture of a red haired woman with wings (angel or dragon?) holding on to the left arm of a male figure.

I would make a language out of this

Stephen Payne reviews Speechless at Inch by James Caruth (Smith|Doorstop, 2021)
Black and white image showing mathematical drawings and equations.

Let trigons be trigons

Mat Riches reviews The Windmill Proof by Stephen Payne (HappenStance, 2021)

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