Interview with Diane Severson (StarShipSofa and Amazing Stories)


I’m talking with Diane Severson, podcaster for StarShipSofa (Poetry Planet) and staff blogger on Speculative Poetry for Amazing Stories Magazine. SCy-Fy: Diane, I am very pleased to have finally got the chance to speak to you. How do you go about obtaining the poetry for your podcast shows? DS: Let’s see, about 2 years in… Continue reading Interview with Diane Severson (StarShipSofa and Amazing Stories)

Poem: Sleepless, Fearing Commitment


Distracted, I moulded the darkness into the shape of your hips while you slept. Through the pillow I felt the splitting edge of the mental knife I’d stashed there overnight. Thinking I’d said too much already, I stopped my betraying mouth and started to think that this was just my body lying there, while my… Continue reading Poem: Sleepless, Fearing Commitment

Poem: Omens


I should have known from the retching crow that passed on my way to the station that morning. The signs were there in the sprinkle of chocolate on my cappuccino, in the graph of plunging share prices hidden in the newspaper’s entrails. She’s gone; I should have known. The signs were there this evening as… Continue reading Poem: Omens

Poem: Constancy


Some things a woman says are bridges raising grief over happiness. Once, I could only be satisfied if she was always there, then just a touch was enough, then the sound of her voice and finally just the thought of her. A face can grip your mind like unrelenting tongs and wipe out everything else,… Continue reading Poem: Constancy

Poem: Adultery


To say just what you feel is never easy. A woman’s clothes lying by her feet in a pile might be the foam from which a goddess is born or the frothy breakers of a sea that might rush in and overwhelm us. We can think that our acts are not our own and rather… Continue reading Poem: Adultery

Poem: Another Bright Sunday


In the endless metropolitan grey, the weekend flashes by between two darknesses. Millions wander lost in the pause; swimming, lying on the beach or flying, giving their bodies back for a moment to the elements from which they were made. Others die, going back to them for good; time has washed against them like waves… Continue reading Poem: Another Bright Sunday

Poem: The Night


Alone together just this side of dawn, you asked the questions and I traced my answers on your smoothed body parchment with just enough paint and inspiration to reach the end of a line before turning back, ready to start all over again. I wrote my hope on your shoulder blades, feeling the muscles taut… Continue reading Poem: The Night