Monthly Archives: August 2014
Alessandra Trinidad
Bypass My father’s heart pulsates: I am, I am. Still, an electrocardio- gram exposes the shadow of a sorrow embracing his chest that soon a scalpel must incise, when a moment, at rest, will either bloom into a petal or … Continue reading
David Colledge
Rahn Ha Between mouthfuls of alcohol and the din And strain of neon she appears; her face, As wide and petulant as a cat’s, Studies me shyly. I am all evasion, Robed in irony and forceful chit-chat, Stuck in a … Continue reading
Gerry Stewart
Moon of Long Nights Moon in a gauze of clouds bumps against our Greek tower. I sculpt the slush of air into tangled dreams, outstretched arms and eyes closed. The winter-gray sea’s expression suggests a mistake, a promise misheard. Muted, … Continue reading
Terrence L Sykes
RIVERS I HAVE KNOWN London embanks upon The Thames – laced with many bridges Cairo cradles upon The Nile – lacking any bridges My old flat sheltered me from driving rain & cold My new quarters shield me from drought … Continue reading
Petra Reid
Sonnet 154 Will hath (gone) away and Cupid’s asleep, Time’s not been kind to the one partner brand; Whilst as young nymphs we vowed chaste life to keep – That naiveté’s now got out of hand. Open plus honest … Continue reading
Judith Taylor
Siren Even my name makes you think of it. Sax-o-phone – machinery and base desire, in one. And all your fantasies of the low dives you hadn’t the word to get into hang around me like the scent of a … Continue reading
Kevin Lennon
You Have Waited Billions Of Years I am pleased to meet you in the morning With spider web and dew I am pleased to know you Named after the moon I will always know you Even when you are lost … Continue reading
Richie McCaffery
Circus In the ephemera section of the book-sale there’s a large pre-War circus poster as bright as the day it was pasted up onto factory walls or bus-shelters. It has the lot: lions, elephants and clowns, death-defiers, freaks and … Continue reading
Ian McEwen
Laird’s Prayer Our porker Who art in commons (Bellowed be thy name) Thy pigdom come, Thy swill be done in Perth As it is in Kensington, Give us this day our daily dread And forgive us our bus passes As … Continue reading
The Open Mouse 