My Grandmother’s Rifle Reading at the breakfast table, I turn to the book pages and there’s a complaint from a reviewer. Modern poetry is all about the small incidents from …
The Reject Shop (Linda Godfrey)
The pills made you larger and that security guard at Westfield’s didn’t help, chasing you around, you thought it was the pills making you larger, you wanted to get to …
Stains on a Map
(Linda Godfrey)
too late to hill up asparagus to blanch it, to drink tea in a Russian port in winter, torpedo the Atlantic. Reflux stains the map with the telling of your …
stone beach on kos (Linda Godfrey)
echoes smack on a photograph/ show about twelve/ all standing round in their morning/ like our thoughts/ all children have to leave somewhere/ and yet fishponds reflect/ if not actual …
Sanctuary (Linda Godfrey)
Sticking out of the grey and white choppy water are four grey and white shapes. Not waves; they don’t break and roll to the shore. It has to be more …