Separation – Rachel Lewis


In seconds the ice will crack bright on the pond.

You’ll lift a bubble of it in your hand, ungloved.

In minutes the mud will have soaked through our shoes,

And we’ll leave behind the gardens and the bending statues.

In an hour’s time we’ll leave this place I’ve always loved

And in a day anyone might have come or gone.


Hot, tight, soft, close, are goodbyes here,

As though intensity could be a kind of glue,

For all the things we’ve promised here, to glue

Them to my promise that next year,

This city, here.



Rachel headshot portraitRachel is a London-based poet. She was previously a poetry editor for the Mays Anthology and a Young Producer with Poet in the City. Her poetry can also be found on the Poetry Society website, in the Dawntreader and Kindling journals, and unpredictably at live events around London.


Wickham’s Crick – Robert Pelgrift


(Cutchogue, Long Island, New York)


The air is still, the Crick is low and clear;

and like the rain slanting down from storm clouds,

the sun’s rays streak this watery atmosphere

and light the mud bottom and wrinkled kelp shrouds.


We pole the old boat and silently pass

through a broken wall of mud and green rush,

into a salt pond hidden by marsh grass,

floating, weaving with the prow’s gentle push.


Through the muddy bank, the tides barely seep;

and under the pond’s smooth slick, thick with sun,

gray leaf flecks float, then settle, where the years lay

their ruin in a watery carbon heap

in the pond’s bed, as they have always done,

and will ’til all the centuries decay.



RYP JR picRobert Pelgrift practiced law in New York City for many years and is now an editor for a legal publisher, working in New York City.  His poems have been published in various anthologies and in The Lyric, The Rotary Dial, The Galway Review, The Foxglove Journal and The Waggle.

Side By Side – Gerry Sikazwe


Side by side, we’ve walked

Through dust sickening, mud

bleaching and the pleasant in between


Side by side, we’ve walked

Through stabbing thorns, cutting

stones and soft grass comforting



whatsapp-image-2017-05-22-at-07-04-26-e1495504308777Gerry Sikazwe is a Zambian poet. He is currently studying at the University of Zambia pursuing a bachelor’s degree in Adult Education. He manages a poetry page on Facebook: “Words and voices from a root” and a poetry blog, Scribbles of a Root. His poems have been featured on sites such as Dissident Voices,, In Between Hangovers, and Tipton Poetry Journal.

Pinjarra and Me – Graham Burchell


(Pinjarra, the saltwater crocodile at Melbourne Sea Life Aquarium)


we came into the world in the same year


chased out of a shell 

and into the muddle of mud and mangrove



snipped slapped weighed and wrapped


for you 

it was crocodile breath the press of a mother’s teeth 

and the first flush of river


for me 

it was the touch of fabrics voices the breath

of last adult meals and afternoon light 


perhaps we were born on the same day

same moment to be axis points on a globe



with your long leathered face 

silent hunger and cold blood in brackish water



with my green bones and jellyfish flesh turning 

towards cathedral bells beyond the walls of the room



we are each sixty five years old separated by glass

along the way we’ve made mistakes



for being in the wrong place after a flood

for becoming stranded on a Queensland farm 



how long have you got


now look at us


DSCN2854Graham Burchell lives in South Devon. He has four published collections. He has an M.A. in Creative Writing from Bath Spa University. He is a Hawthornden Fellow, 2012 Canterbury Festival Poet of the Year, winner of the 2015 Stanza competition, and runner-up in the 2016 BBC Proms poetry competition.