MARIA DUARTE, FIONA O’CONNOR and ANDY HEDGECOCK review Savage House, Enzo, Madfabulous, and Erupcja
Toes
Joel Auterson
The last time I stared into the abyss it filed a restraining order.
Sometimes strangers apologise to me for no reason;
Perhaps I’m stepping on toes.
My earliest memory is realising that I had toes,
That human feet weren’t, by creation or necessity, sock-shaped.
Mum and Dad had toes, too. Still do.
I find myself spending far too much time thinking
About the supermassive black hole
At the centre of our galaxy.
I wonder if it has toes.
ALAN MORRISON recommends a consummate, heart-warming collection about a working-class upbringing in the industrial north-east
ANDY CROFT welcomes the publication of an anthology of recent poems published by the Morning Star, and hopes it becomes an annual event
RUTH AYLETT reviews two collections of outright political poetry
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