"[in] I puzzle how my name sounds, In your mouth, And wet in your lungs, Weightless, [out] measured, Like the clean-cut curve, Of a question mark, Bursting cider bubble vowels, In empty torchlight [in]"...
The fourth instalment of 'Between the Lines' features Mathilde Hirth's exploration of Henry Richmond's poem 'Dog'...
"Think of a summer that lasted forever, Immortalised now in heyday songs of the 80s.Coyote girls,We were his favoured disciples."...
"Soft is a word too small to describe you, Instead metallic taste like pennies or blood. Face stretched in a smile as you appear around the kitchen door, Lights up freckles and lines from the sun..."
"You are radishes, In the spring, A blossom pink blushing buttermilk, A flotilla of, Muslin crumpled up and warmed in the sun, A breath a breeze, Sugared almonds on the tongue"
"We are gathered here tonight, on ivory floors, in the o-shaped hum of holy light
The bass is syrupy and dark, waking, stark grotesques on every wall"
"Both in this glass sphere, shardless.Unlike you, you won’t leave us this time. You, the wingless metamorphosising angel."
"You talk about the dark place you’ve been, Even as you laugh, And I don’t know how to say it but I want to, Touch you, hold you there, Kiss whatever ghosts of tears are left and set them free, Like moths to the moonlight.". 3 beautifully tender and intimate poems by Hannah Green...
"Marcus, We covered the screen, With the picture you drew, of you, Woody and Buzz, To hide the ridges that, Spiked every time you laughed"
"from beyond the river on the dreamscape riverbank -the fogged river- the watery river allusion". A collection of 8 poems by Euan Dawtrey...
Lydia Aldridge explores the technique of free-writing in Patti Smith's 'Devotion'
"In the end I sleep with men who are not you,
And soon I won’t see your eyes in their faces.
I don’t get lonely ever now we’re through"
"You liked the winter. The rain slating my face and hair, The ice that dragged my mind down cleared yours"
"We saw a black and white film in the summer
‘What Peaches, What Penumbras’.
I ate sticky sweaty sweets
From an awkward sounding bag-
Crunching like glass shards against Doc Martins-
Your Doc Martins-"
"But I only feel the isolation of feeling like a useless weight on your shoulders. You tried to shake me off, but I clung like poison ivy to your lungs"