A new poem by Ockham finalist Steven Toussaint. from The Reproaches Confusion isn’t mystery. Oblivion and mastery, but never At the same time. Abide in me. Fustian bargain to render silence clever. Ignatian composition Spoiled by an app’s trill, my fontanelle Closed and with it one grace-receptive station. So I rode my bike … Read more
A poem by Ockham finalist Helen Rickerby. How to die From here there is nowhere else to go only a question of the journey, the route and the hope of meandering through a few more summers We say we don’t want suffering but often given a chance, we will choose it It all … Read more
A poem by Ockham finalist Anne Kennedy. from ‘Thirty-Three Transformations on a Theme of Philip’ 32 The present pulls the plug on the present moment by moment Hands fly to the black tiles like pigeons to a rooftop The objects in the room join a passing train The thoughts in the room … Read more