Picaroon Poetry - Issue #12 - May 2018
The return of Picaroon Poetry! After nearly six months away while Kate had a baby, we are back. Features 32 brand new poems by Rachel Burns, Marissa Glover, Charley Barnes, Maggie Sawkins, Kitty Coles, Lennart Lundh, Heidi Slettedahl, Simon Perchik, Adrian Slonaker, Ceinwen E. Cariad Haydon, Bob MacKenzie, Jack Little, Neil Fulwood, Carl Boon, Sophie Petrie, Tobi Alfier, Bethany W Pope, Brett Stout, Thomas Tyrrell, Jonathan Humble, Scott Redmond, Abigail Elizabeth Ottley, Irene Cunningham, Jenny McRobert, J.S. Watts, Sunita Thind, Michelle Diaz, Bethany Rivers, Stephen Seabridge, Martin Zarrop, Ian Grosz, and Michael McGill.
The return of Picaroon Poetry! After nearly six months away while Kate had a baby, we are back.
Features 32 brand new poems by Rachel Burns, Marissa Glover, Charley Barnes, Maggie Sawkins, Kitty Coles, Lennart Lundh, Heidi Slettedahl, Simon Perchik, Adrian Slonaker, Ceinwen E. Cariad Haydon, Bob MacKenzie, Jack Little, Neil Fulwood, Carl Boon, Sophie Petrie, Tobi Alfier, Bethany W Pope, Brett Stout, Thomas Tyrrell, Jonathan Humble, Scott Redmond, Abigail Elizabeth Ottley, Irene Cunningham, Jenny McRobert, J.S. Watts, Sunita Thind, Michelle Diaz, Bethany Rivers, Stephen Seabridge, Martin Zarrop, Ian Grosz, and Michael McGill.
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Neil Fulwood<br />
City<br />
1.<br />
The walk-in clinic at seven in the morning,<br />
its postage-stamp car park half full already<br />
and an acre of wasteland unused behind it<br />
spiked with nettles and weeds and syringes.<br />
A gym and a cob shop one side of the street,<br />
a chain hotel out of place on the other -<br />
close to the station but shag all use<br />
in terms of parking or the city centre.<br />
A mini-cab office nestling for space<br />
alongside a pub unchanged for decades<br />
and a chip shop without a food hygiene rating.<br />
A symmetry of sorts if it’s ten to midnight.<br />
Symmetry, too, in these tower blocks<br />
squared off against multi-storey car parks,<br />
scraps of grass in the spaces between them<br />
and a precinct of shops with boarded up fronts.<br />
2.<br />
The city is the bus depot, the sharp tang of fuel.<br />
The city is the smashed glass of the bus stop.<br />
The city is the bin lorry blocking rush hour streets.<br />
The city is the council van on double-yellows.<br />
The city is a residents-only zone.<br />
The city is an out-of-order parking meter.<br />
The city is a traffic warden in high-vis tabard.<br />
The city is a youth giving him the wanker sign.<br />
“... a poet unknown by the city he sings to ...”<br />
- Fina Garcia-Marruz (trans. Katherine M. Hedeen)<br />
The city is the taxi rank an hour before closing time.<br />
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