Monthly Archives: November 2016

David Mark Williams

Buddha Man on the Beach Conspicuous in black trousers and crisp white shirt among the early birds working out, he walks the promenade to the measure of a slow, deliberate breath. On the beach he becomes a seated figure in … Continue reading

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Rosie Mapplebeck

Beltane feast Its May. The beacon of Beltane’s past has burnt away Daylight stretches out, making fourteen hours’ work a welcome norm and Salad crops invested in every shovelful of mud surround Orange Tips appear, to flicker over a Lady’s … Continue reading

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Kevin Casey

Thrown Aground The man who has experienced shipwreck shudders even at a calm sea.     –Ovid The river unwound in sepia bows across the valley floor, and the boy’s metal boat clattered, planed off, soft hand on the open throttle. The … Continue reading

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Terrence Sykes

DNA PASTORAL along field’s edge persimmons clinging – longing for first frost dreams & chicory cut down to  straw unborn children scythed into oblivion searching  for that field guide to religions stumbled upon thrift store truth pass along plants watered … Continue reading

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Maxine Rose Munro

Edges Cliff edge, edge of three worlds only one of which is mine. The water’s below. Under, around and in front is air in which birds wheel and whirl. Seaweed waves in liquid deeps, leafy forests I can never walk … Continue reading

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Tonya Eberhard

On Eve of New Year’s Eve Waiting. Eyes staring into the green glow of the digital clock. It’s getting late. Snowflakes crystallize and dissolve, swallowed by the air. Some unknown premonition brews in the sky.  No one is in the … Continue reading

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Grant Tarbard: two poems

Puffer I am foolish when I have a cold with my crook jawed speech cranked with King Tut’s hand, mouth agape panting like a Canaan dog with a scratch clawed throat. My eyes with a cold tea stare that follow … Continue reading

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Maggie Mackay

Moon Gazing   1 She’s a skinny dipper on the Mellon Udrigle tide-line winding light along my darling’s crescent 2 the brush of a white cat’s whiskers at midnight – 3 through clear sky, the spin of a silver coin … Continue reading

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Stephen Daniels

Excess   The man who had three arms Used the first to lift his heavily medicated problems The second allowed him to hold his children The third arm departed while he was sleeping The man who had three legs When … Continue reading

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