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24 Jan 2024: Lottie Limb. Flash News. Scientist says: meme for belief in life after deathOld man sits bespectacled in laptop moth-light.

24 Jan 2024: Peter Sparks. Gaza Sequence. I New Year. Gaza, 2009. The tank commander, aiming well,Took out the vacant ground floor flat,So those I loved precipit fellIn pulverised procession thatSqueezed, through

24 Jan 2024: Mark Vuaran. leaves might fall. What news borne on the wind?What winged seed has taken root,Those drawings I made years since. ... From the life which lies within.Oak and hazel, beech and alder,What news borne on the wind?

29 May 2024: There’s a band in Istanbul,A band in New Orleans;This one’s called Blue Cinnamon,This one’s Ol’ Janey B.

24 Jan 2024: held by darling thoughts,Smile’s phantom echoing inchoate affections,A tongue, dark and delicate, from a peak dangling,A curled query around a new gaze,Your palm pressed flat to

24 Jan 2024: handed me back the earbuds we were sharing,And our new-born argument is furrowing your brow,So I glance instead at your mirror,Rested head gentle against the cool

24 Jan 2024: War is not nice’, but we accept the battlesIn return for our shiny new lives, however long they last.

24 Jan 2024: a time when the new year is held back, firm by the wrist.

24 Jan 2024: Peter Sparks. Hermione. No school today. Miss cannot teach us Greek;No breath remains to show how we might speakOr write, approaching her in skill and elegance.New arts are needed ... How many years your kohl eyes must have staredWatching new generations

24 Jan 2024: find a new hapless victim to con.”.

24 Jan 2024: Rahan Nazeer. [Red-hot and tear-kissed]. Red-hot and tear-kissed under maskwith steel miles ahead in waitand then a new city.Now you are relegated to observer,My gallery ... leaden years as though a mouthful of smoke,To find new ways to no longer hold.

24 Jan 2024: Now far from home, I wonder if new children mightMonkey-like prance from branch to branch, preserving thoseOld childhood traditions of tree climbing delightFruit eating and the inevitably ripped clothes.

24 Jan 2024: Rahan Nazeer. Frighteningly Inert. Adrift on watersStagnant, charged, ion wet,. The pumice golemOn and off again,Averse to new versions,Soldering patches over kneed corduroys,Moulded by no volcanic handOther than

24 Jan 2024: And why not wriggle our toes in bits of old bran and chaffmixed up with sawdust from our new cut beams!

24 Jan 2024: silence for each wireless news:vainglorious hope they’ll trumpet forth your K.

24 Jan 2024: the wee hours ofwaiting on fronted news, the foreplay tense,the hot slit in a letter, the shriek.I have never treasured the fingerprintsonic resonances of a snore.

24 Jan 2024: Shadowed-masses in the depths hum through the reeds,Winding past colonnades and the ruins of markets,Coiling round temple pillars and bronze effigies,Usurping the old shore with the new

24 Jan 2024: He left the quiet dawns behind, left tooa strange new religion, new gold mines, new laws and a people dead.

24 Jan 2024: Now I cut new rivuletsto drain the chains of pools that lace the spreading sands and soft mudflats: time togather pace.

24 Jan 2024: your childhood’s playroom mat,And Rome and Paris too have roads that swerve and rise and fall,So why does New York City from the heavens look so flat? ... Maybe the new New Yorkers were just simply overcome;This thirteen-and-a-half mile Eden seemed to

24 Jan 2024: Eleanor Hardy. Jonathan’s Deathbed. Jonathan’s deathbed was strewn with salvation ingadgets and gizmos that soiled his mattress withbeating his hammer against his new heart made ofiron and stealing the

24 Jan 2024: And now, deep in the wilds of the Irish Sea,the new year is sleeping withincyclizine dreams,and I am reminded of yesterday’s wonder:a chorus of whispers painted onthe

24 Jan 2024: suit,And only one pair of black shoes,And who’s going to help me put new laces in,Because you can’t wear quirky May Ball maroon-laced shoesTo bury

24 Jan 2024: the sun’s unknowing light,New but not news, a sign that all is right. —. ... The line of bodies on the table inThe dust-white room are children.Part of the news they lie upon, they can’tLook out at me, because their faces areRubbed out.

24 Jan 2024: Rachel Knowler. Reinforced. (not a concrete poem). After the chip from the front of your grin,we’ll make you a new one of china and tin.

24 Jan 2024: 2. But nowa new form of reverenceis practised in Greecethe self-confessed skepticsrun workshops and digsand stand in the templeannouncingUNESCO.

24 Jan 2024: the space behind the new moon.

24 Jan 2024: believethe news. can’t starve the much-too-muchness outand in the hollows gnaw at something worse.the waiting lists are long, and you are drained.the billows settle low, cold

24 Jan 2024: all over the white hillside,snow white upon snow snow-white. This is the time of old shoes,when every step is new.

24 Jan 2024: As the importance is not whether it was meant to be,But merely that on the page it lies,And in every reader the poet triesTo foreground something strange and new.

24 Jan 2024: Ineed a new project to keep me in trim—now the Gurkhas are happy—some shiny erection toburnish my halo.

24 Jan 2024: though I’m craving more.My shoes have turned a whole new shade of wet.My Frost-bit ears resound with words I know.(How many miles to go till I

24 Jan 2024: Handfast; we unscroll your youthWhen ash-keyed branches dipped and prayedNot to hollows, but hellos—the crying of news.

24 Jan 2024: These are sharpscissors, new scissors:no stone will blunt them. 2.

24 Jan 2024: II. In a new city and in love, we took a mapless walkat dawn, choosing our course by instinct, takingleft or right according to our whim, or how the lightwas caught.

24 Jan 2024: The dead lived on in my genes and my hairAnd the tea-leaves showed me nothing to fear;But I cried a splashy Victorian tear,Finding the day so new and

24 Jan 2024: hill. News ofthe fact of you (your real- and rightness) makesthe act of meaning something no great shakes.