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by Bob Hicock
Chairs move by themselves, and books. / Grandchildren visit, stand / new and nameless, their faces' puzzles / missing pieces. She's like a fish / / in deep ocean,...
by Dannie Abse
Some prowl sea-beds, some hurtle to a star / and, mother, some obsessed turn over every stone / or open graves...
by Andrew Sclater
Like tweed like pearls / like fire like wood / like loss like Listen with Mother with me / / Like prayer like water / like a Scots laird’s...
by John Burnside
Quam angusta innocentia est, / ad legem bonum esse. / Seneca / / It wasn't a fairground so much; / just an acre of clay on old man...
by Patricia Ace
The sound down low, the impossible blue / of the Water Cube in Beijing filling the screen. / / A young diver stands on the...
by Helena Nelson
She was always late. At the final minute / we’d run for the city train, which roared right past, / its line of faces...
by Jackie Kay
The orchids my mother gave me when we first met / are still alive, twelve days later. Although / / some of the buds remain...
by Richie McCaffery
My mother was mad as mercury, / mad as a silken Disraeli stovepipe hat / hiding a gypsum-white rabbit. / / She once told me – the...
by Meg Bateman
Bha sinn a’coimhead nan rionnag / mus do thionndaidh sinn a-steach leis na coin, / is thuirt thu gum bu mhithich dhut / na h-ainmean aca...
by Nasaria Suckoo Chollette
Last night I dreamt of Mama’s house / But mama wasn’t there / Still her essence wafted through / As carried on the air / Her windows they...
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