By Thomas Page I’ve never read any of my poems in public. Not because I have some apprehension about sharing them in a room mixed of strangers and friends But just that I prefer people to read them themselves. I tend to write “closet poems” like many of the plays of the Roman language, … Continue reading “Recitation”
“Time Passes”
By Ian Copestick Next week, my niece, is 17 years old and starts having Driving lessons. She's already Got a car. It blows my mind. It seems like only a couple of Weeks ago that I was holding Her tiny hand as she started Taking her faltering, first steps As she learnt to walk … Continue reading “Time Passes”
“The Pass”
By Karen Trappett Byron kept his kitchen fastidiously clean; his pride and joy, and his livelihood. The stainless-steel countertops gleamed from constant rubbing and buffering between sittings and the copper-bottomed pots shimmered under the bright halogen downlights - placed with regimented precision above the work surface. Taking off his chef’s hat and placing it … Continue reading “The Pass”
Poems by Guy Farmer
Contrived Existence Systematic destruction Of self-worth replaced With rigid decrees for How to live life, Zealously, nervously Monitored, lest there be Any defections, the Preservation of the sham The only goal, an insecure Stack of lies desperately Trying to justify its Contrived existence. ----- His Stories Sitting in his room, Telling himself His stories, Over … Continue reading Poems by Guy Farmer
Poems by Marc Carver
THE FUTURE AND THE PAST I walked backwards on another man's footprints on the beach just before the sea swept them away. I thought I could have his past instead of mine he was welcome to mine. I didn't want it but really I knew I could never lose it that albatross that clung around … Continue reading Poems by Marc Carver
Poems by Marc Carver
THE IN AND OUT The man in the locker room moved his stuff for me and for some strange reason he said it was always the in and out. "You are spot on everything is about the in and out if only I could do the in and out all day life would be great." … Continue reading Poems by Marc Carver
“Rebuilding”
By John Anthony Fingleton I will come and see you again when the hemlock trees are in full bloom, after the monsoon rains have passed that conflict with the moon. There we will walk on loamy soil to where the cabin had once stood, and talk of things remembered in the days of our childhood. … Continue reading “Rebuilding”
“Solitude”
By Reece Merrifield I Climb the stairway that moves with the seasons; a girl in a geometric dress weeps plastic tears for the plain people plagued by a banal bacterium. II Fairy-tale hullabaloo is heard at the end of an unlit hallway; adults stuck in cots peek through the bars and imagine mirror-balls lighting their … Continue reading “Solitude”
“Jane Doe #503”
By Laura Potts Yes. Back then, I was child of a garden and pavement end. When homestead old was forest and fire, and high were the gold robes of fields which rose to my run, some say I tore up the moors. On that cold morning and grey, before day burst down a valley … Continue reading “Jane Doe #503”
“The Night Country”
By Laura Potts ‘The undiscovered country from whose bourn No traveler returns’ – Hamlet. Old winter hour, gloam and the glow of this last evening fire, after the time of the cold and away from my last-gasp hourglass and this passing grey; after the far-cast dust of my day when the half- light fields breathe … Continue reading “The Night Country”
Academy of the Heart And Mind 