Monthly Archives: May 2015
Debbie Cannon
Cramond Shore Two nights before Christmas, we take your camera and go down in darkness to the shore, to trace the smudge between grey sand and black sea, to tread the brink with cautious feet. You set off to capture … Continue reading
Victoria Hamilton
The Spectre. Come home. The phone line’s no use. It cracks and simmers At fired souls And open hearts. It sucks meaning from words And love from our chests like Black holes in deep space, Or a lifeless embrace, And … Continue reading
David Subacchi
INVISIBLE It’s been a while since I was here Since I was really here As opposed to just popping in For something to help With my homework Or to enhance an essay For college submissions I think it may take … Continue reading
Ruth Aylett
Heft — The flock knows this land, where among the rocks the new grass comes first, how to find the lee in a blizzard; The hand knows this oval shape, smoothed by sea and wind, heavy in the palm, from … Continue reading
Suzanne Iuppa
from Solva Clouds needle us with rain. Our faces wet with heave and hurt up steps, into views our ancestors kissed. Then they set off on long ferries. Tirah, Lorenzo! Tirah, Myfanwy! How many miles did their sold wordly … Continue reading
Ian C Smith
Beyond the Lights of Town Far off, a motorbike races the night, inside, a soft thump like a cat disturbed. This neglected house creaks, an ark riding a flood. I become aware of a vague rumbling, electronic, freezer or, yes, … Continue reading
Jonathan Lewis
New Year Sodden roots pump blood into deep mud that coils around emerald hills like Chinese dragons. Elephant seals adorn Año Nuevo, splayed like pharaohs along the shore. The bulls fight over their consorts, puffing out chest plates of scar … Continue reading
Stephanie Arsoska
Tell me a truth like a small penny I can turn over and over. Teach me to let it shine, keep it close. I will do better than most. Hold my truth, never trade it away. Please, just spare me … Continue reading
Craig Spence
The morning club A twist of the bottle And the journey begins Hidden in clear view High court business behind The furthest from our mind A can opened and toasted Ten o’clock opening hours Stories told at the side of … Continue reading
The Open Mouse 