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Monthly Archives: June 2016
A.J. Huffman
Small Emergencies Underwater, you try to reach purpose, realize you do not exist, break in increments— a coastline, drowning to be reborn. In a mirror labeled yesterday, you understand you are not a fistful of sand & skin. You … Continue reading
Catriona Yule
Scarf I wonder if you keep it, knotted through the hook of a coatstand bought from the antiques shop. It was meant to keep you warm, in the rush of wind on Autumn nights, not hung as an ornament, like … Continue reading
Brian Johnstone
Dwellers in the Hollows of the Wall The rat runs weeks of endless rain and sodden ground urged those rodents to dig out years back, allowed this more benign invader in – stoat, who shivers in the wall space every … Continue reading
Roderick Manson: Two poems
Max i.m. Sir Peter Maxwell Davies Bear witness to an Orkney death with a sun that never sets; follow the island lines of his landscapes and never be content with silence. Loch Uidh na Ceardaidh On the not-the-Fionn-Loch a stream … Continue reading
M.R. Baird
As the Soil is my Body Here I have turned ruddy As the turning soil Deep crush Beneath the weight Of my forgiveness, Into this free will universe I have fallen Farther than your song will carry me, Tumbling into … Continue reading
Lawrence Johnson
Celtic Light Trees along the way glow after recent rains. Rocky crags beyond the river darkly gleam in fluctuating cloud-sieved light. This light itself in part creates, with beauty of its own, the beauty hereabout which it proclaims — a … Continue reading
Mantz Yorke
Shuffling Homeward A dull October day. Rain begins to fall from clouds grey as the shadows that give substance to our being. Here the freshly-fallen leaves – yellow, red and orange – hush the feet of mourners leaving the dead: … Continue reading