Opera
Poetry / Stuart Cooke

Opera

After each voyage has crumbled into ephemera                                                                                                            I return to the house and its quay; I circle the edge before skittling                                                                                                      off to the suburbs. Come to me, I cry, crass plastic and screaming sail,                                                                                                                  shining, golden city slumped and seeping tune! This evening                                                                                            my heart’s emptier than a harbour. I gulp down … Continue reading

The Saffron Picker
Judith Beveridge / Poetry

The Saffron Picker

                   To produce one kilogram of saffron, it                    is necessary to pick 150,000 crocuses Soon, she’ll crouch again above each crocus, feel how the scales set by fate, by misfortune, are an awesome tonnage: a weight opposing time. Soon, the sun will transpose its shadows onto the faces of her children. She knows equations: how many … Continue reading