Monthly Archives: March 2015

Petra Vergunst

The Mill Wheel Autumn light softens contours of geese the crisp air accentuates their narrative casts them back to Icelandic shores parted from the day before Unbroken quietude in the absence of silence Circling incessantly powered in silent passing by … Continue reading

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Andrew Dalgleish

Age of saints And furthermore there was Cuthbert out at the northern rim of the world, where the sky hurled birds and storms and the sea was a bitter desert. At night whilst brethren snored in beehive reeking huts, he … Continue reading

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Mary Franklin: Two poems

the continuous stroke drawings dashed off without lifting the pencil that critics hearkened back to 17th century Spanish calligraphers inscribing baroque ornaments without lifting their pens but Picasso traced it back to Malaga and all the suntanned children he saw … Continue reading

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Maurice Devitt

Truth or Dare It was the last day of summer and the grass in the back field was too high for football so you suggested hide-and-seek. As I counted down I sneaked a glimpse of you slipping through the hedge, … Continue reading

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Robert Nisbet

The Attendant Lord Super Mum, King Dad, trudge miles of coast path underfoot. Enjoy, says the rucksack’s swing. The filial appendage, the attendant lord, sixteen, trails in their wake. (A routed part of him is back in the arcade, the … Continue reading

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Anne Dunford

House for Sale House for sale, owner moving on leaving carpets, curtains, memories. Memories of love, of a lifetime of comings and goings, of sadness of happiness, of friendships, of loss, of inspiration and desperation. House for sale, owner moving … Continue reading

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Gordon Meade

Kingfisher I have seen Kingfisher just once and, even then, it was out of the corner of my eye. I have a feeling that Kingfisher has seen me many times and has often been disappointed in what he saw. We … Continue reading

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