CHRIS SEARLE recommends a work of love and deep admiration for a great musician
Nothing will happen
Amy Acre
We’ll both go to our own homes tonight.
But first we’ll occupy space in a room
where the terrain is other people;
it’s swampy with their trodden wants.
Where we stand although the
gaps in our conversation
are big enough to fill with our bodies.
Where the lines on my palm
are a poem your neck can’t read.
Where you use the word ‘ontological’
and I hear nothing else and your lips
always look like you’ve just licked them.
Where I get the wrong one of us drunk
and refuse my own advances and slip out
while regret is smoking on the pavement.
I go home with gmail, twitter, facebook
but take your face with me: febrile, damp,
surprised, as if you’d just been running.
TONY FOX reports from a commemoration of the legendary Battle of Jarama in which four Stockton-on-Tees volunteers fell
TONY FOX invites readers to come and hear the story of the remarkable Liverpudlian International Brigader Alexander Foote
Fiery words from the Bard in Blackpool and Edinburgh, and Evidence Based Punk Rock from The Protest Family
by Widad Nabi


