Johnny One Shoe Copyright © 2009 John Snell
Doorbell rings
Who can it be?
Oh! It’s our neighbour from 43
Baby P Copyright © 2009 John Snell
Don’t know about you, but I despair
That we can only stand and stare.
Whilst little children get abused
Unforgettable Love Copyright © 2009 John Snell
When nothing is more than you deserve
And words are not enough
Four walls help me to survive
As I arrive at reality
Forgetting dreams of what might have been

King Theseus, grown old Copyright © 2009 Rob Lock
I promised to go home to my mother,
But I didn’t;
To raise a white sail for my father,
But …

Valentine Copyright ©
Rob Lock 2009
She said
you can lay your cards on me
chance your jack of hearts on me
bet on every part of me
Is It? Copyright © 2009 Reg Wright
What is a poem? I asked myself one day.
Words on a line, but should they rhyme
And have something to say?
The World is Angry. Copyright © 2009 Reg Wright
Respect, Respect.
The Sheffield steel flashes
Thro the still summer air.
3 a.m. At Newport Pagnell Service Station Copyright © 2009 James Knox Whittet
I slide my wood effect tray along
the smudged metal runway with iconic
images above my head of frothing cups


They Became Toolmakers: original cyanotype by John Tuckett
AND THEY MADE TOOLS Copyright © 2009 Kaaren Whitney
simple at first, a stick, a sharpened bone,
extensions of coarse fingers, rough ragged
from grubbing soil to get at starch tubers,
FOLDS Copyright © 2009 James Knox Whittet
The subsidence of mounds of leaves
that fold over in layers as they burn
when dusk shortens the drive to the castle