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Poet Dave Whippman

GOOD COPY Auden was wrong: sometimes the world can Stop, watch and wait, hold its collective breath After some outrage of nature or Man. There is no equality in death But hierarchy; grief is sorted. Two minutes observed silence for some, The rest unspectacular, unreported – For most of us, tragedy will come Privately: the…

Poet Rachel Bentham

Quaking. (New Zealand.) The glasses clinked on their shelves, a sign we recognised. Unperturbed, I moved to the kitchen doorway – doorways were supposed safer, the frying pan still in my hand. The floor shook as scales shake when you weigh yourself, an insecurity underfoot. But it didn’t stop. The shake became a roll, a…