Monthly Archives: May 2018

George Robertson

HEIR LOOM ‘It’s a family heirloom’, ma mother said She never explained an Ah didnae spier it has lain forgotten for mony a year in a shoe box o keepsakes alow ma bed. ‘Fits been discovered’, ye micht be winderin … Continue reading

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Gordon Meade

Minnow, Havana, Cuba, 2008 “The fish was motionless and I told the woman that I thought he was dying. ‘No’, she replied, ‘It’s been like that for two years.’” – Jo-Anne MacArthur. This is what happens during the early stages … Continue reading

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Arlene Antoinette

On Bended Knees Memory plays Hide and seek With your history Making today Yesterday Rearranging yesterday Into the present Sanity wants in on the fun So he uses and abuses you at will You dress yourself, A green sock on … Continue reading

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Stefanie Bennett

LATITUDE     Santa Rosa was the favoured haunt In early fall. My Aunt, grey eyes Flashing like moon arrows Sought out Humming bird and quail – her Dilapidated camera Balancing on Bedrock mortar – the snapshots Surely a breath Of yesteryear … Continue reading

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Grant Guy

He Loved His 1956 Ford He loved his 1956 Ford and hated his father. His mother went to church every Sunday   She did not believe in God. She did not until she was on her deathbed. (Just in case.) His … Continue reading

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Roderick Manson

The Fiddle Tree The north wind sings in the webs of spiders, a semitone sharp in the arctic chill. The east wind sings in the grey plainsong of slate-holy roofs on winter churches. The south wind sings in the weaving … Continue reading

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John Grey

COLTRANE As a young man, he practiced nine to five. He sweated half a body weight away to make hard work look easy. On a cramped stage, in a smoky club, those early hours found retribution in the late, late … Continue reading

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Elizabeth Gibson

Urania The Opéra in Lyon has eight muses in a row on its front. They are wise and tall and fair and from the tour bus I stare up and wonder when I can ever be like that. The guide … Continue reading

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