Author Archives: sunnydunny

About sunnydunny

Poet, publisher, gardener

Raymond Miller

Wigwam These miniatures we reproduced from saliva, blood and juice once served to bind us as a glue, called a truce on warring troops and propped us up until the group had borne enough. Then bairns were insubordinate or simply … Continue reading

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Ray Whitaker

THE DIPLOMAT Leaning on the ship’s rail Water below rushing by Deep sea Mediterranean blue waves moving past behind Deep human thoughts going forward A person is not their work identity A person is the being inhabiting the body What … Continue reading

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Louise Wilford

Examining The essays I’m marking are all about that war: they’ve read the books, while sitting in the malls, and watched the grainy battles playing out inside their skulls, from seats safe in the stalls. They’ve visualised the flinch from … Continue reading

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Joe Balaz

FALSE DIAMONDS Da would be prophets are proselytizing and false diamonds are everywheah capturing da holy sunlight dats streaming down from da clouds. Da priest-slash monk-slash pastor looks at his disingenuous gems while he lights some incense and sniffs it … Continue reading

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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

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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

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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

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