Dave Myers – d. February 28th 2024

Butter and fillet steak comes up
to room temperature in the old kitchen.
In the yard a motorcycle clicks as it cools.
I hear laughter like the clink of cutlery,
and I set a place at the table for one.

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Alan Brownjohn – d. February 23rd 2024

I watched you write me into a poem,
your old shirt cuffs ironed to a shine.
We are all in a sonnet for the unlucky,
far from who we want to be, known
only to ourselves and those who mine,
like you, the language of subtlety.

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