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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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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