Poetry

Even HIV+ by Joseph K

Earth,
Is where we come from, where we are.
It’s called the Mother.

Fire,
Is what we shout, what we want to be.
It’s called the Father

Wind,
Is what we sail with, where we look to
It’s called the… Continue reading

Night Times by Lesley M

I toss and turn over and over again
All the dull aches suddenly pronounced
I close my eyes willing the pain away
But soon I reach for the night switch
The clock says one fifty am
It’s eerily quiet outside… Continue reading

Now+then Poem Illustration© 2014 Tom Spencer

Now and then
by Cate Jacobs

Now and then, I wonder what life would have been like, if fish had wings and could fly

up into the sky, to escape the bite of the hook.

If lilies took pollen and death back from the bees, closed their petals tight, became a bud again before sinking back through leaves and stem into earth, to become the seeds of other possibilities.

If waterfalls flowed up instead of down. If the sun turned round the moon. If egg timer sand didn’t fall and butterflies crawled back into their chrysalises to metamorphose into angels.

And you, could rise from the dead Whilst we grew backwards into children, splashing in puddles, in bright red wellies. You’d pull my pigtails and run away into a world HIV and AIDS didn’t even exist yet.

Now and then,

I wonder, what life would have been like

If……