by Rebecca Robinson
November 10, 2016
Hull Hath No Fury Like a Poet Scorned I refuse to enter the East Yorkshire Arts Centre after someone who works there said my poems were shit. ...
by Liam Owens
August 1, 2016
Fairy Tales
In fairy tales, only the good fairy wears wings. Others are too hump-backed or, beautiful but wicked, appear on frosted sleighs when no...
by Yen-Yen Lu
May 3, 2016
Havisham à la Mode
No one has got it, so to satisfy my critics:it is really all about the dress.Few brides can wear theirs thirty years onwithout s...
by Yen-Yen Lu
April 26, 2016
Flowers and the People
Flowers are nicer than peopleThey come in pretty colours andsmell much better
They hardly eat at all(Water will do, thank yo...
by Yen-Yen Lu
April 19, 2016
The Man Who Never Was
There's a man with aa axe in me bedroom. We ran to her housein fright, night after night.
'Axe Man' was never caughteven thou...
by Yen-Yen Lu
April 12, 2016
My Accent
Ask a Geordie to say conjunctivitis;when in Hull, make them ask for dry white wine.Ask a teuchter where Saskatchewan is -he'll give himse...
by Yen-Yen Lu
April 5, 2016
My Mother Moves Into Adolescence
My mother comes round with my star signsa thin apple pie, shop bought,that no-one will want, and the Daily Mail.We...
by Yen-Yen Lu
March 29, 2016
Poem For Testing Your Vision
Now we have reached the trees - the beautiful trees!their roots in someone's casketcontracting from the soil a human w...
by Yen-Yen Lu
March 22, 2016
It Could All Have Been So Different
If I'd had one more glass.If I'd had one less.If I'd got into that taxi.If we hadn't held hands.If we hadn't r...
by Yen-Yen Lu
March 15, 2016
I am
I am a chicken tikka masala in a Sunday night take-away for lovers.I am Mohammed to my Parisian friends but Jacques on my CV.I am a Friday nig...
by Yen-Yen Lu
March 8, 2016
I am Lifting the Piano with One Hand
I am holding it effortlessly steadylike a graceful waitress balancing a trayof quail's eggs and salmon soufflé...
by Yen-Yen Lu
March 1, 2016
Definition of Loneliness
Beyond the winda bird with a bitter shadowbeats its wings,burying seeds in shadow,burying with every beatthe words mislaid...
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