Well Hello. Poem by Alistair Plint

The twisted
analogue signal
on a defunct television
or the old record player
that only plays in reverse
broadcast
the same songs
in a different order
never to sound
the same

They'd all
need a cover girl
she'd need
to be special
the inspiration
for their
space

whilst friendship
and caring
is what the
editors
will always share
some-days
this unkind world
grants
a second

here and now

just so we can

say

hello