Poetry by Douglas Colston.

I lie still…game breezecombs my hair ☯ I’m a poor host–some of my bookscan’t stand up straight ☯ Rain…?Or just windclacking the leaves? ☯ Slow July…water pausesin the sink ☯ Downtown Jesus…spiderweb,cheek to shoulder ☯ Lying flat…hoping to catchgalactic drift ☯ That gravel beach,instantly damp–dog…

Poetry cycle to your mother by Andrew Hamlin.

Poetry by David Fewster.

Poetry from Lancashire’s Jennie E. Owen.

Two poems by Henry Hughes.