Monthly Archives: June 2018
Ion Corcos
Driftwood We listened through remnants of wood and broken stone, pieces of art selected by the sea for an exhibition about floods. Trunks and branches washed high onto the sand; Kathy didn’t see them, didn’t talk about the sea, the … Continue reading
Ira Lightman
TIME WITH YOU (for Donna-Lisa Healy) Guilt may photoshop from the tip a flower but I had to stop. It’s where she and I were snoring and the weeds rose round fake satisfaction. Her paranoia of perfection didn’t meet my … Continue reading
Frank Gillougley
BATHROOM Undeniably modelled on the interior of a Soyuz spacecraft, the only method of electrocution missing here is a toaster. However, undeterred, in the morning (having considered my chances of survival slightly better than having a bath) I take a … Continue reading
Clifford James Middleton
Renaming Soup stained, the carpet where the dogs licked up Lazarus’ tomato variety spilt by fleeing beggars, Excuses and pleas drowned by the sirens’ vocal undulation. The sun rose and never set. The rain was wet, but never fell on … Continue reading
Cath Wills: Two poems
Testing One hundred feet forest high swaying sighs. Charter my walk with a librarian hush to shrink any self. They can do without my issues as I tiptoe below. But know I have come only to test a have-to-have fear. … Continue reading
Stefan Parker
WINTER I called it tonight, gushing triumphant through nostril and eyes – the burnt forest-woody sharpness of a dead summer. The wind glissading the streets turfing ears into hats; and all the trees become un-fattened as they diet into decay. … Continue reading
JD DeHart
Crust & Mantle The earth exists in layers, like teeth, like the skin, with its tense surface and soft underneath. Who knew? This is the nature of the earth’s ontology, and just a good excuse to use the word ontology. … Continue reading
Sally Kidd
New paths The sound of the sea against the hull and my breath is all that I can hear. I’ve never sailed the sea at night before. Never left the warm land for the cold stars and sea. The moon … Continue reading
Sarah Chidgey
Two verses for Bruce The rectangular slot swallowed another world Squeezed onto black tape, like a python, whole. It squeaked magic-full films, Saturday kids’ TV Creating our history. Entranced, we watched while outside Baboons flaunted themselves to the glass doors … Continue reading
The Open Mouse 