Monthly Archives: March 2018
J M Brown
Just passing through The Benarty hills were covered with snow, the sky was blue and the air crisp and clean, No green sulphur fug, choking the life out of the inhabitants, No men gathering at the shops spitting their lungs … Continue reading
Hattie Atkins
The House Held Up By The Breeze In the kitchen of the old house she perches, hides her hands under her thighs so she won’t feel the cracks. ‘We could burn down the house, if we must’, she thinks, but … Continue reading
Mary Franklin: Two poems
Unsettled It was like swimming backstroke, grey clouds ahead, relentless rain behind. In short, she was stuck. Deep dark voices in her head said stick the deed in the ego stockpot, let it simmer along with carrots of conscience, onions … Continue reading
Holly Day
The Disruption This Morning the seagulls huddled on the beach, pressed together seeking warmth from each other, the cold of the corpses unearthed by the storm was contagious. they swarmed over the small bodies huddled just beneath the sand noisy … Continue reading
A C Clarke: Two poems
December’s child Swept snow in gutters and cold coming in fast, Boxing Day clawing light back after the solstice dip into three-thirty twilight. A long haul until full day both ends of sleep, but December hugs me close as a … Continue reading
Bob Goddard
The Unmade Sea I stumble from my unmade bed To watch the unmade sea Where mighty swells surge to the beach And crash and churn, cold fingers reach To claim the souls of wounded gulls That limp among the broken … Continue reading
Harrison Abbott
Weary Castle Via the steppe, there’s a castle haunted, Clutching its grace under the rain. And yet, the stars have it embargoed Beyond these tumbling clouds, Wary to allow visibility through, Lest a new command should take the turrets, Spilling … Continue reading
Robert Nisbet
Out in the Rain at Midnight There was an August rain that evening, when I escaped the heat and groan of it, the family council neighbour party thing, shooting its targets down with sprays of relish: the hippies, unions, Socialists, … Continue reading
The Open Mouse 