Monthly Archives: November 2013

Hilary Graham

I’ve been working on haibun poems with the Eyemouth writers’ group Eyewrite recently, and this is the first of two contributions from members. Passing Cape Horn; a haibun Salt-haired and slightly insane after a wild run up from the south, … Continue reading

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Ashby McGowan

Crow Her feathers grasp at the cold air, as she climbs high In an asymmetrical sky Against the winter storm, she fights, then glides Then up again, then down she slides. She seems, a splash of black paint on a … Continue reading

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Elizabeth Angus

The Buachaille An upthrust craggy pyramid, your rocky head hid in cloud: my boot slid across your flanks. You didn’t feel me. I clung to your stony face, watched shadows chase the sun, and race towards the night: You didn’t … Continue reading

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Nabin Chhetri

Fire Grey dust covers the city like a shroud. Leaves roll like wheels, driven by the wind that moans at my window, closed for winter. Days fold, like a lacework of memories. Each layer touches like skin. You have been … Continue reading

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Imogen Forster

Road by the Sea The dusty pink bloom of salt cedars, tamarisk mousse, billowing like cotton-waste across the sandy margins. In this heat one intake of breath might choke us. A dark pomegranate bush lit with a few flaming flowers … Continue reading

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Ali Znaidi

Sapphic Debris   As if Sappho was seductively slumbering under a tree. Hungry worms sharpened their teeth & ate the leaves. Nothing was left but remnants of  leaves lyrically swaying in the ether. She woke up & wrote another stanza … Continue reading

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Robert Nisbet

The Old Champion   He played for The Town, in the season they won the championship. In the meantime there were the shimmering sixties, confusions of scent and sound. There were the kids and the seventies, parents’ evenings, puzzlement, homework … Continue reading

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