Monthly Archives: April 2015

Scott Thomas Outlar

Keeping the Calf This Time     The full 1.5 liter bottle of Sutter Home Sauvignon Blanc under the lamplight on the bedside table looks like God or the golden calf in all its yellow loveliness, signifying that tonight will … Continue reading

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Frank Gillougley

Just Being There Let us discard the night and let it fall like work disassembled, and feel ourselves lighten and evaporate into this ether and listen: to flies buzzing in and out of earshot, to birdsong, or to a lone … Continue reading

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Josep Almudever

Mum calls Mum calls every night With a platter of chatter, mouthfuls of aging laughter, dialect and local bitter sweets. Mum calls every night to sprinkle my roots. Watering can to the brim, she thumbs my elephant ears, and turns … Continue reading

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Kriss Nichol

Solitary Reflections (Swan on Loch – photo by E. Nichol. Inspired by Limonia and Laburnum, longest partnership of  Bewick swans recorded at Slimbridge Wetland Centre.) A low sky melts into the scene as I capture her solitary course. Through thinning … Continue reading

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Bethany W Pope

Two poems No Exit Little girl, what are you looking for in the dusty corners of this barn? Something clean, something new, an unlocked door Leading away from him, his blood-edged shovel, and sour sperm dripping from the hind-parts of … Continue reading

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Maggie Mackay

The Glaistig We please her at the gloaming by the pond with a pool of milk in a millstone cradle not warm at all or scorn-boiled. Solstice, all seasons, each generation. We flatten against the standing stone never knowing how … Continue reading

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Simon Weller

Credo …and this is where my faith lives. This is its bowl, and here Is its blanket.  I am afraid We had it neutered.  Better safe than sorry! Any day in the park, you see All kinds of people with … Continue reading

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Bridget Khursheed

The last days of petrol The ebb of a country lane and meadowsweet; or those hot verges seen from a corner for a second brown itching with seed; and the stop by an unfamiliar signpost; the humpback bridge over a … Continue reading

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