Third Eclogue of the Vegetable Garden
‘What you don’t know set / against all you want to know’
‘You think I like being called Cherry / because your cat’s named Cherry?’
Tongues of Fire
‘Waking, close to morning but still
a shuttered, metal dark in the room’
Two poems by Seán Hewitt from Tongues of Fire, shortlisted for the 2020 Sunday Times Young Writer of the Year Award.
‘If I go to the window, / it could easily turn into bullets or rabbits.’
‘The black is coming in from the cold,
rolling up the beach walls, looking for light.’
Two poems by Jay Bernard, from their debut collection Surge, shortlisted for the 2020 Young Writer of the Year Award.
‘There is only one of me, she says, / but we all know there are two.’
Summer. Gates of the Body.
‘I want to eat your rough hand that caresses me.’
‘Although bara is homonymous with rose, this is not a rose-rose incident.’
‘We were afraid to touch it – it looked cold enough / to burn us.’
At the Peckhamplex
‘the snow reflecting off / your torch was the / colour of your thoughts’