Sunday poem – ‘I Scare Myself’ By Richard Bamford
A litre of water seeps from my face, My stomach ties in knots, My heart quickens its pace. Intestines clenched and bladder squeezed, My…
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Sunday poem – ‘I Scare Myself’ By Richard Bamford
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Sunday Poem: Ghosts of Pompeii
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Sunday Poem: Treading Water (A Poem for Troubling Times)
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Sunday Poem: Black Russians
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Sunday Poem: ‘Mother Europa’ by Zaifoz
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Sunday Poem: ‘English Literature’ by Adebe DeRango-Adem
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Sunday poem – ‘I Scare Myself’ By Richard Bamford
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Sunday Poem: Ghosts of Pompeii
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Sunday Poem: Treading Water (A Poem for Troubling Times)
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Sunday Poem: Black Russians
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Sunday Poem: ‘Mother Europa’ by Zaifoz
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Sunday Poem: ‘English Literature’ by Adebe DeRango-Adem
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Sunday Poem: Ghosts of Pompeii
O me O my O molten ash, sulfuric gas—where was Jesu at your Vesuvius— I ask centuries later because I am…
Sunday Poem: Treading Water (A Poem for Troubling Times)
in my dream I became a mermaid, suddenly understood/had to understand how treasure chests breathe heavy in the dark & darker sea, just as every black pearl …
Sunday Poem: Black Russians
taste like my beloved: Russians, like many Others, dubbed the blacks of Europe— through him I see my shadow come to light: the rest…
Sunday Poem: ‘Mother Europa’ by Zaifoz
Mother Europa -May you tell me more about your relationship with your mother? -I never could call my mother, mother. My grandmother was my…
Sunday Poem: Indefinite Leave to Remain By Dominique Santos
Intensity is done Wondering What comes next? We, immigrant Moving nations Not across borders But inside bodies Our blue eyed son The reminder of…
Sunday Poem: ‘Half’ by Olivier Gbezera
Half white half black Half this half that Half shit half crap So this so what Half white half black Half right half…
Poem: Cosmic Echoes by Poetzee
When I was young, I found myself running Running from the shade that plagues my skin If I ran hard enough the plague would…
Sunday Poem : ‘Voyage’ by Adebe DeRango Adem
they say the voyage is life, that every long journey begins with a first step life is about steps about building new skies…
Sunday Poem: ‘English Literature’ by Adebe DeRango-Adem
ENGLISH LITERATURE (Adebe DeRango-Adem) Why, because chiaroscuro is where I belong. That and I was once Pushkin’s wife. O my darling octoroon your Russia…