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‘The imponderables’ and other poems

By: George Freek THE IMPONDERABLES (After Mei Yao Chen) In this mountain hideaway,the sun shines invitingly.A calm breeze hardlystirs the river’s water.Drunk, I stand in my doorway.I hear the cry of an unknown bird,and watch young squirrels runin their mindless…

‘Black pool’ and other poems

By: DS Maolalai Black pool something sickly stumblesand shambles from the sea,splasheslike black pools,rippledthrough black water. somethingwhich grows wartsand lank grey feathers,clucks and callsitself Dublin (dubh linn)and spreads itself outsouthward to Brayand brays up Louthand soundly,spins out houseslike fish on…

Poems: ‘The Day (The Music Died?)’ and ‘Brainiac Maniac’

By: Amrita Valan The Day (The Music Died?) An adult year crampsEasily intoOne childish day. Between each sunriseAnd sunsetA lifetime garners,entropy from ennui. BoredomCreative idleness,Childhood’s idyllicParadiseEnters the mazeThe buzzkillThe monotonous daily grindPeels the tender rindsOf sanity.Orange is the new blackTo…

‘I know your notes’ and other poems

By: Strider Marcus Jones I KNOW YOUR NOTES sat with you,reflections bondover the pondof summer solstice, and Mr Blueskywith eggy eyesubliminally sends Otis into ribbons and ripplesof hair and faces,through sensual tricklesin hidden places that glances bringon summer wind.i know…

‘Canine Litmus’ and other poems

By: Christine Naprava Canine Litmus I’ve owned dogs that have lasted longer than you and I.Dogs with nervous guts and singing skin,dogs with weight and dogs with ribs visible,dogs with teeth bared and dogs with teeth drowning in decay.Dogs born…

James Letang, Genealogist

By: Bruce Levine Friday was only three days away, but to James Letang, it seemed like an eternity. Actually, to almost any nine-year-old, three days can seem like an eternity when they’re waiting for something to happen. In James’ case…

‘Cinema’ and other poems

By: Christian Ward Cinema The first film I sawat the cinema was Mastersof the Universe with DolphLundgren and Frank Langella.I was seven and bored,wanting the minutesto scurry like mice. I startedpicturing a western insteadof the drab ‘80s movie:Saguaro cactuses intimidatinglike…

Parts That Are Spare

By: David Pike Standing around,waiting for somethingto happen,used to beas exciting as it would getduring adolescent years,small town style. All the whilelife went onas it always did,with little to report,and days and weekswould driftinto something or other,or nought. But it’s…

‘a computer, dad’ and other poems

By: Carl Papa Palmer a computer, dad like going to the libraryonly quickerwe can stay right here not a TV, a video monitorto watch what is typedview search results it can’t see you, dador hear youno need to whisper okay,…