Monthly Archives: June 2014
Brian Beatty
Loyal, Kentucky An old man about to die coughing blood carnations into a handkerchief with his initials finely embroidered in one corner asked his wife for help getting into his suit and tie and shoes then climbed all the way … Continue reading
Hamish Scott
Birthin Roums On the replenishin o the ryal birthin roum at Edinburgh Castle Thir days haes seen replenisht new the birthin roum in whilk wis born a prence tae be a keing o Scots an tae his kinrik solemn … Continue reading
Colin Robinson
all if the golden country is everywhere why do so many people sink into the ground can you imagine a frog eating porridge in the depths of the ocean does a glittering rabbit clean the bowl does light negate dark … Continue reading
Leilanie Stewart
New-sense Hair clings to a shred of scalp After death, it is best, to crush the skull into bone powder and fertilise the plants What a nuisance a new-sense of doom For skeletons do not keep growing; their hair and … Continue reading
Dora Wright
Friendship Although he knows he shouldn’t He brings me a gift most days they are not presents I desire kinda creepy in their way Sometimes they’re still alive hanging on by a thread I find that harder to deal with … Continue reading
Georgi Gill
Elegy She’s manoeuvred by bluster and bonhomie; each chair like the last, each bed like the next but none are quite right, none are home. Home’s a sensation more than a place, located just beyond her memory, but she knows … Continue reading
Denise Bonetti
A&E when i push the door and emerge from this timeless limbo of labeled files and sure and efficient pieces on a 8×8 grid leaving wakes in shades of blue-green minimizing eye fatigue since 1955 when I languidly run from … Continue reading
Roderick Manson
Observations Of A Stromness Cat I see a seven-eyed poet stagger like the street to stain his sheets with ghosts that history does not see. He swims a narrowing circle of calm, drowning in the empty sounds of a world … Continue reading
Dale Houstman
German Folk Tale There is a celebrated murderess of dolls hidden in the sultry flora and we are fortunate to be here at all. There are celebrated doll’s scissors hidden in the bloody dollhouse in the sultry flora and we … Continue reading
The Open Mouse 