‘You shouldn’t be here’ Mona Dash, A Certain Way (Skylark Publications)

You strolled into a British pub in a sari
With that Moon shouting boldly from the forehead
No wonder the Indian lion roars at the Brexit lock
As the lager louts gurgle You shouldn’t be here
But in that suitcase full of roars you sing your way
Protect and hold gently that love your guiding light
You shouldn’t be here but you’re here to walk the walk
Like a bride now to cross the threshold A Certain Way

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‘A Dastidarian Construct’
Rishi Dastidar, Ticker-Tape
(Nine Arches Press)

In the Matchstick Empire waving ribbons of sentences
Attached to the capitalism or Londonistan
A poet points a giant fan to blow them
Down below the zone six
Not up in the air for the dignity
After all no poets should be standing
Off the table holding the pint in one hand
They should be on the table shouting liberalism
Amen to shirshasana
But the Dastidarian construct is a dream
For being braver asleep than awake
Amen to page 69
There is no page 96

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‘A Homing Quest’
Bashabi Fraser, The Homing Bird
(Indigo Dreams Publishing)

Hate is not liquid
Time is, and yes, the culture is
Therefore flows the water free
Between and under
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