Featured Poem

Tamara Fulcher
In Passing

We say a lot about

what we should have said.

Paper flies between us;

I choose you flowers, and

you tell me you're a man.

My reply is sensibility,

sometimes feeling like an

avocado pear –

stoned. Two takes

of my hand; the press

on your mouth; the well

of your fist; our mutual

moving away.

Tamara Fulcher won the Geoffrey Dearmer prize 2006. Read her winning poem here.