There were days when life roared at us, we drank and sang
thinking there would be time enough, but fuck April—
it’s crueller to be alone in September, when leaves drop
with violence upon violence. I remember you and I and the evening
lying down before us, swept up by futures in which we had no future.
I come here to view a voiceless ghost; I come here amongst
the fermented grapes of loss. My glass is cracked, it leaks
blood and plasma. I study it, wondering at the enduring
fascination of the inexplicable. Softly, in the evening,
I hear you singing, so softly, now that we are undone.
About the Contributor
Catherine Edmunds’ published works include a poetry collection, four novels and a Holocaust memoir. She has been nominated three times for a Pushcart Prize, shortlisted in the Bridport four times, and has been published in many literary journals, including The Frogmore Papers, Aesthetica, The Binnacle, Butchers’ Dog, Crannóg and Ambit.
The Forsyte Saga - John Galsworthy
It opens in the last years of Queen Victoria's reign, which must have felt as if it had gone on forever, with its absolute certainties of Empire and prosperity. But inevitably the end of the era comes, and all those certainties start to leech away, with repercussions on the personal lives of the characters. Soames loses Irene, he loses Robin Hill; June loses Philip Bossiney - the older Forsytes die one by one and something essential goes with them.
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- Calendar Girls by Max Wilkinson
- Mushroom Speed Boosts by Ben Reynolds
- Sestina by Imogen Russell Williams
- Under the Maple Roots by Joshua Bealson
- Snow, Sunday, Late February by James O’Neill
- Not Waving, but Washing by Tabitha Siklos
- Kites by Ben Gwalchmai
- A tribute to austerity by Sanmeet Kaur
- Something like the beginning of love by Olga Dermott-Bond
- Why is it Called a Thunderstorm, When it’s the Lightning That Kills You? by Katt Thompson
- My Greenland Halibut by Amanda Oosthuizen
- Say Hello, Wave Goodbye by Emma Venables