MARTIN JERVIS : Birthright
RICHARD K. JORDAN : This Pen
AYLA NEWHOUSE : Widow's Lament
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JH: a poem's closure finds itself at 'a routine of futures'; but JERVIS commands closure be overwhelmed by the last stanza; an afterthought moves us from poetic insight into didactic 'telling'. Poets trust their poems to uncover and trust their readers to discover.

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MARTIN JERVIS
Birthright
Flicks a switch to control darkness An exposing light gone from a place. Boils her eggs with hot breath Hands form a doormat shaped 'welcome', Sweep grating oven pads on warm flesh Sweats heat into softer walls. Pitiful shrinking organs Coerced in a chemical storehouse. Smells like bulbs of garlic in a Perfumery. A call to the amnesiac brain across Rivers of reality for aggressive Sperm swiCcing the channel in A triathlon towards the ova. An emergent chrysalis, a bud, Blades of grass sprouting from loins. The birth of a well dug garden Growing daily with the compliments Of actively dividing meristematic cells. Plants and people, Binary fission, reproduction, A routine of futures. Life may be expansion, growing it seems, Not inwardly But in occupation of space.
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RICHARD K. JORDAN
This Pen
The pen that wrote I love you just up and disappeared without a warning. When it surfaced a month later at the Laundromat, strung out and tangled up with the argyle socks, it had become too jaded to waste its time with meter and rhyme. So it went off with a budding novelist, and hasn't been heard from since. And now a new pen has stepped up to take its place-a shiny government issue ballpoint. Make no mistake. This pen means business. When it tells the truth, it trembles with fury. When it compares thee to a summer's day, it spews pure venom on the page. So determined is this utensil in its calling, it maintains a singular focus. This pen is a kamikaze pen. Its mission: To explode.
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AYLA NEWHOUSE
Widow's Lament
Her shadowed spine straightens to the bend of the melody inside her head. A lone finger traces the keys as a child, with a new colouring book. "Play," she commands; and her song floats over scars, and memories she forgot, until today. But she could always disappear in the moon, in her song. Silence, Three keys tap idle, under fingers painted yellow, to hide the yellow beneath. She's hidden the past, beneath a wall she calls the future. Silence, A note that ends on cue. The speed of sound and tired traffic, travelling highways below. There's a window left unopened; threaded in a spider's string, decaying with the bones that play her last note
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MARTIN JERVIS : Birthright
RICHARD K. JORDAN : This Pen
AYLA NEWHOUSE : Widow's Lament

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