JAMES WALSH is moved by a provocative and original take on the relationship between ecology and architecture, and a plea to work with, not against, the materials and minerals of our world
Living room mirror
Greta Bellamacina
Don’t look at yourself like you're a criminal
it's too glamorous, this house is Godless.
Our child hasn’t learnt his knees
or the broken dreams of the Internet.
There is only our unprescipted love, not even a word yet
but for you it’s Modernism.
I have taken out my arms made them into curtains
the same ones you wrote about
tied up with red ribbons before you came and made me a woman.
Before the dream of lying and breaking girls
the same ones, which makes morning night
and pours anonymous creaks.
Retirement seems too cheap now
contact mussels and special love makes me late now
all related, all eternal like the space under our bed
and the creations of the reborn.
by Francesco Sani
The Bard contributes to the campaign of Count Binface, and applauds Burnham’s plans for vocational training
by Rosie Jackson
ANDY CROFT welcomes the publication of an anthology of recent poems published by the Morning Star, and hopes it becomes an annual event



