GORDON PARSONS appreciates fine performances and a feel for ambiguity, but misses the music of the dialogue
Yarl’s Wood
Clare Pollard
You want a minute of not being
wired to watch out? A tray with tea,
the children playing: hushed, happy?
The touch of kind hands, family;
a little money, security?
Why not come to Yarl’s Wood
to be taken care of?
We know that you’re restrained,
a modest housewife in her burka,
but the dark is wet with torture
and you’re emptied out by fear -
brave the plane, the gate, the wait,
get yourself sent to Yarl’s Wood
to be taken care of.
by Mike Jenkins
The bard invites readers to a gig, raps for Clacton, and lays out the Burnham-Hurzeler conundrum
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


