Monthly Archives: July 2015
Kerr McAndrew
Masochist Nation Whingers, greeters, moaners bleaters Thats whit we are noo Complainin comes to the Scots Like mooin tae a coo The demon drink they cry it Yet cannae get enough Swear aff it oan the Sunday But drink it … Continue reading
Christopher Nicol
Mountain Bothy With harsh wind whistling in our ears, cheeks pinched red and numb with cold, we soldier slowly through land untamed – great pioneers in a strange new world. Heavy boots crunching over brilliant white, we crest the hill … Continue reading
A.J. Huffman
The Dead Chicken on the Side of the Road must have lost its mind when it tried to cross the four lanes that were under construction and far too congested to ever have been considered safe for avian hitchhikers. … Continue reading
Nick Ascroft
Sleeptalk Fight The vocal apparatus kicks like a sleep-spasm – a thigh muscle settling into the autopilot. Windows, rhumbaing in the wind, the rainstorm tick of the old gas-pipe, nothing whispers to the hairs of the inner ear, nothing irritates … Continue reading
Byron Beynon
Curlews I watch them working the estuary probing the mud with curved detectors, intense with silence they have waited until now for the tide to leave, urgent and fresh the unknown thoughts within investigate the intimate in a mourning of … Continue reading
John McIntosh
Looking Away When I think about childhood, all that family Palaver seems a grim parade of fights And tears, with dumb rage bubbling below Like lava. Then her, sickening and dying; And him, drinking and sighing. Some memories come always … Continue reading
The Open Mouse 