Monthly Archives: February 2016
Neil Slevin
The Ticking Clock Your microscopic heart stopped beating like a clock forgetting the time. I wasn’t even there, was I ever? Do you watch us in judgement or pity? Do you look and think, “I had a lucky escape”? … Continue reading
James Walvis
Getting It I get it now. It has taken me 3000 walks around the same block, passing the same houses, almost poking out my eye 600 times on that low branch, running into the raccoon 13 times, saving one rabbit … Continue reading
D G Geis
Tips on how to choose clothing for the deceased. Something dark is best. Perhaps a Sunday suit or formal business attire. Something you might wear for a special occasion– like interviewing for a new job. Your new position will require … Continue reading
Seth Jani
Mansion Beyond you is the mansion Large and crumbling, the same As when you saw it Still crumbling, as a kid. Inside are the keys you never found, The slim white doorways Through which the snow Is always falling, … Continue reading
Carolyn Patricia Richardson
Kestrel Falco tinnunculus hovers Eye reflecting blue grey of this hunting ground Sharp delineation of field and hedge Kestrel flies high up over peaks and fells Scafell, Blencathra, Skiddaw Espies little prey here, too late for lambs No fallen deer, … Continue reading
Andrew Dalgleish
Flood danger raised to severe Deadwater Well, Foul Sike, Ash Gill, Coal Cleugh, Snope Burn,Thinhope Burn, Drowning Flow, Lislessburn, Garrigill, Lightpipe Sike, Black Burn, Knar Burn. This jagged front, isobars tight as a murderer’s fingerprint, flings in rain from the … Continue reading
Carol Coventry
Confusion Spinning round and round and round, dizziness swelling. Where to go now? Frantically rushing, here and there, reddened faces coming and going, collisions and confusion reign; always returning somehow to the same face. Then retracing the steps, no escape, … Continue reading
J M Brown
“Off the streets I dream of Spring” Late into the night the inmates arrived. six of them, high- heel booted, short skirted, giggling. The girls were put into the cell next to mine Cherry blossom, pink as a maiden’s blush. Within … Continue reading
The Open Mouse 