Sanjeev Sethi

GAP . My fortunes of a fugleman aren’t mine. I follow you with ferocity accredited to canines. You crawl lines of sand on my being. Is it mixed with stickum? . I move from pole to pole. Internal antiphonies urge…

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Peter Stewart

This is a security announcement . Please do not leave Bags unattended Bags left unattended May be removed Without warning Or destroyed Or damaged By the security services. . Bags left unattended May be sequestered And kept in a dark…

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Luigi Coppola

Business Trip Neck arched to skylight, her hand between her breasts, fingernails crackling against her thumb: it wasn't the echoed whispers of the crowd that muffled her mind; not the torn canopy; or the broken lift; or the dog-eared pitch…

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Jane Frank

At the Foot of the Mountain . From the train we could see the Pyrenees and suddenly I imagined myself on a succession of other trains going north or south. . The first text message would say the flight had…

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James Piatt

Vanishing Times . An old man, With visions contained In spider webbed dreams Gleaming through the Obscurity of a lonelynight Sits in silence wondering If it’s time. . A stress mother In a ghetto Sits alone Pondering about life, Counting…

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Ian C. Smith

Edging closer to heaven . To town, to life in little boxes, repertoire limited. Although winter still draws towards its bitter end neighbours, either side, across the road, mow lawns. He senses condemnation of delinquent growth, whine of whippersnippery a…

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Emma Lee

Flowered Symbols . At first glance, it's underwhelming: the black waters of heaven with a silvered splash like a carp, chrysanthemum petals visible to a second, studied gaze at this practical, modest vase. Yet it would make an excellent wedding…

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Colin Crewdson

Aleppo . outside the bazaar she stands by the gate, the stonework banded white and black, the ancient wooden door decorated with metal rosettes and spoked sun wheels . but time’s a difference you can’t see: old rubble has become…

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Chris McDermott

Ada’s Death . Eighty-two years, but death had sprung early, well before the demise of her vital signs, dilated pupils, rigid tissue and blackened fingertips: whispered rumours of death had followed her for many years . Her body was fine,…

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