The Cafe Review

by Anne Frater Telescope English Version It was one thing at Trafalgar for Nelson, deliberately to raise the

by Anne Frater Immersion English Version If it had come in a downpour we would have noticed; we would have prepared: oilskin trousers and a

by Anna Crowe Common Rush for Swithun The flowers, by August, brownish withered knots; but something about the way they sprout —

by Anna Crowe A Shepherd’s Voice after 2 pictographic clay tablets from Tell Brak, Syria, c. 4000 BCE The river the clay was

by Angus Peter Campbell ( Aonghas Phàdraig Caimbeul ) At Hallan Cemetery English Version I call by to see my mother and father and they

by Angus Peter Campbell ( Aonghas Phàdraig Caimbeul ) Alasdair English Version Some things were public. How carefully you thatched,

by Andy Jackson The Ascension of St Christina the Astonishing Patron saint of millers Above you all I loved my three–fold God;

by Alan Gillis Under cover of the sycamore wood anemone blooms. The sycamore’s seeds, wee samaras, twizzle–twirl through the air. You trace

by Alan Gillis Grumbulous midges would hover still in a galaxy of minor rage by the riverside, the river relaxed from a distance but

by Douglas Dunn Where Shug MacFarlane burned his midnight oil In that cramped attic room of his, upstairs From where his granny took ten years to

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