by Martyn Crucefix | Dec 1, 2025 | Young Poets
Notes on a Harvest I. I am not the child you wanted. I am the seed and the apple too. the call and the response. your baby ...
by Martyn Crucefix | Nov 17, 2025 | Young Poets
play me like a piano squiggly hooked linescrawl across the yellowed,crumpled sheets like hesitantfingers on out-of-tune keys,forming and deforming wordsof a language neither of usspeaks there is a little hiding spotbetween the G and the G sharp,the singular subspace...
by Martyn Crucefix | Nov 4, 2025 | Young Poets
On Faith A sudden want of it this morning,preceding coffee, shouldersto stretch my right arm over.It disturbs me.Artificial coloring disturbs me. Rattle of heating pipesstraining to keep me content disturbs me. Baby talkdisturbs me. Pharmaceutical advertising ending...
by Martyn Crucefix | Sep 29, 2025 | Young Poets
Memoria Pappy bundles me into Coat scarf hat gloves winter boots Mummy doesn’t like me wearing those Pappy’s good lady friend got me them All white and brown, I’m a plump Christmas pudding Ready for eating A steaming dumpling An egg on legs! Come on come on Pappy says...
by Martyn Crucefix | Sep 5, 2025 | Young Poets
:this is not a poem it’s a warning label — there is no title because titles are for books that finish — the ceiling coughs again // someone’s frying onions downstairs / or burning memory — hard to tell these days (i asked my mother when she stopped praying: she said...
