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Silver

A Poem by Aimee Holt

You were caught plodding along the railway field. We were hidden in the hawthorn bush waiting for you to arrive. I had squealed with e..

Foot and Mouth

A Poem by Aimee Holt

Burnt flesh hung in my mouth, tears streaming not clear from the smoke or from the sight of hundreds piled high. Not just livestock. ..

Seaford Beach

A Poem by Aimee Holt

Broken shells crunched under my callous feet skin worn, an old tyre. The sand swelled, greedy for each step swallowing, a reptile. ..

The Pig Meadow

A Poem by Aimee Holt

Marguerite Daises held tight, amongst the ivy and creepers. Wet, wood stung our noses. Cindered dolls, eyes blackened, broken faces ag..

Blind Digger

A Poem by Aimee Holt

Heavy earth on my shoulders, like the tide. A soft cave was my home, like Play Dough. My hands were broad and curved, like a s..

Tin Box

A Poem by Aimee Holt

Crammed in. Sardines. Certainty of death. Safest way to travel. Wings that don’t flap, Wings too small. Grapes in a barrel. ..

The Six Shooter

A Poem by Aimee Holt

The Six Shooter Sunlight poured into the cave, teasing the stream that stumbled over rocks. Curved trees scowled, their skin like..

Motty

A Poem by Aimee Holt

Snow tiger under the gunera, his favourite place at the bottom of the garden. Green eyes wide and still, his body pressed flat to the thick..

Lotmans Cottage

A Poem by Aimee Holt

The dark wooden door is swollen fattened on rain. I throw myself against it swearing as the wreath nail punctures my skin a squeal and gr..

Daniel

A Story by Aimee Holt

I pushed my way through the thicket of people at the bar and stumbled over a hidden step. Cursing it silently or so I thought, I held onto a pillar ..