Monthly Archives: June 2017

Raymond Miller

What Am I Knitting? Last night I dreamt on a soiled mattress and woke as Mrs Somebody-or-Other, wearing this hat and second-hand clothing, throat stuck with unfamiliar language. A stuffed and bandaged museum exhibit, temples throbbing to the Boom-Boom-Boom, tuning … Continue reading

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Eileen Murphy; two poems

The Rain Has Lost Its Mind The dying grass waits with its tongue burnt. Rain begins to fall on the orange groves, fingers tapping hollow walls. Suddenly, the rain loses its mind. Fireflies explode in the night. Elephants trample the … Continue reading

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Irene Cunningham

DIVIDE and CONQUER 1 Things to grow in a pot don’t include love and yet it plants its own seeds. Strange encounters build on interiors, dressing rooms choosing wotnots. It’s the pulsing blood, plush as it rushes to our heads … Continue reading

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Mariam Kadhim

The sun rises everywhere Criss-crossing air and water Clocking miles none can measure What’s the deal globe-trotter? Searching for hidden treasure? Oh, I’m just teasing! Clearly You’re a lucky chap who’s nearly out the door again…so fast? Heavens no! My … Continue reading

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Frederick Pollack

Adaptation The angel has the impression that if he stays in one place on the street a safe will fall and crush him, so he constantly shuffles, forward, sideways. Awareness that he can’t be hurt, by however many tons, has … Continue reading

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Tristan Moss: three poems

My Old English Sheepdog On windy days, I sometime think that I might spy between the weeping willow’s branches one of his eyes. Measurement Yes, we’re oddly shaped when compared to Archimedes’ perfectly rectangular tub. And when in we’re not … Continue reading

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Clive Donovan

REVISITING With my sister I revisited That place where we all used to live. I felt nervous. We were parked and loitering; We could be casing joints or worse With our studied photographs. I noted that the bus-stop tree had … Continue reading

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