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The red road

The red road becomes our ski slope when its bricks are hidden by ice. Sledging, we scratch silver sheets and feel our laughter and...

Accomodations

A tricube poem (written on holiday): Portwrinkle housed pilchards for a time. Fish cellars became home to soldiers. New uses for pilchard...

Haiku for Sarah

I see God’s beauty in your eyes of paradise. Then, stillness strikes me. The peace of the world waits for the sun’s upper rim to break...

Difficulty

Gripping life as Paris holds onto the promise of victory. Problems mount as Paris considers being a supreme ruler. Losing air as Paris...

Barking wavefronts

Cherishing some time on the beach with dear Rosie: Barking wavefronts I hear chords as we sit on beach stones and absorb wavefront barks...

The façade of community

The illusion works better than orange, sodium streetlights. All I could ever wish for. Heartfelt and hearty. Domestic bliss, a pedestal...

Divinity on Golgotha

The hypostatic union shines brighter than Sirius Full God, full man, gripped on the cross waiting... the man’s body dies tearing a...

Sorcery

In man our keratin grows from our follicles. We host this sorcery, sightless. Silent. Our hair covers bodies. Barricading the sun,...

Toxi geni City

producing poison is to unsettle a soul and then demand it to find an apex in cornerless countries. to rip its outline with uncaring,...

Backbone

So pleased to have one of poems (entitled (Backbone’) featured in the next issue of Marble (Broadsheet) - happy days! Please check out...

The icing

Holidays are the icing on the cake. The buttercream. Bad times in our lives swallow kindnesses. The hurting ice. Water droplets lose heat...

Reconfiguration in seven textures

My bloodline forms road markings as I walk through the village. Rough senses of rawness and rage and a rare resilience creep across my...

Pro verb/the proverbial

I’m pro verb. I’m pro noun. I’m for all the intricate beauties of language. Chemical synthesis is the other pea in the proverbial pod.

Poetry & chemistry as form

This free event should be fun! See https://www.eventbrite.co.uk/e/poetry-chemistry-as-form-tickets-151937716801

Overwater

Fun with anagrams (either side of the line): Overwater; this Cumbrian orb that stares avidly on fens — Broad, wet cherubs; my rather...

Fruit on ‘Spilling Cocoa’ blog

Please enjoy my poem ‘Fruit’ on the Spilling Cocoa over Martin Amis blog: https://www.spillingcocoa.com/fruit-by-stephen-wren/?fbclid=IwA...

Tell me something podcast

Really pleased to be included here (my reading of my poem Magnificent): https://anchor.fm/tell-me-something/episodes/Tell-Me-Something---...

Chocolate

I thought all the town would see my chocolate bar wrappers stuck to my bedroom windows. Proud adverts of innocence in a suburban safe...

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