Poetry in motion
A selection of poems that move us, that reveal the stories.
Fate #1: What time is it?
Hey, what time is it?Well, it’s the Anthropocene baby.That’s what they’re calling it. That means that we’re the centre of it all.That means that we
Please Call Me By My True Name
Don’t say that I will depart tomorrow —even today I am still arriving. Look deeply: every second I am arrivingto be a bud on a
This is not a House of War
Image Dominika Roseclay This is not a House of War – Henry Normal Everything I want for my children, I want for your children.Everything I
When the Earth is Cut
By Elizabeth Harrop for Live Encounters magazine, August 2014 issue Image robin thakur Indigenous peoples were one with the landBut the earth on which their
Someone, something, somewhere pays
A poem about the true cost of food. A factory farmed chicken fillet may seem a bargain, but what about the true cost? From environmental pollution
Baffled
The air smells of nature And I breathe in freshness, grace, and godliness The breezes kiss me And I know you are near Where did
Lost
Stand still. The trees ahead and bushes beside youare not lost. Wherever you are is called Here,And you must treat it as a powerful stranger,Must
My ancestry DNA results
My DNA results came in. Just as I suspected, my great great grandfatherwas a monarch butterfly.Much of who I am is still wriggling under a
“..to a dark orchard in far Ukraina”
Taras Shevchenko N.N. (“Sontse zakhodyt, hory chorniiut” / “Сонце заходить, гори чорніють”) The sun sets, and dark the mountains become,The little bird hushes, the plain