Rodney Wood
SCOUTS’ “AIDE MEMOIRE” IN RHYME hair is the barometer on men’s emotional life it stays all the way to old age, death and after temple fade, shoe, surfer, tapered or bouffant hair is the barometer on men’s emotional life rockabilly,…
Sanjeev Sethi
Morning Walk On the macadamized pathway mind shifts to Gorgon sisters, mythology and memory brew with breath. Even in thought you hew my heart with quill of words recited with rehearsed vehemence like we used to for contests in college.…
Zel Norwood
Hot fat You see, my compassion’s not lost. My will holds strong Even while my soul has to Sail ceiling-high To withstand you – An altered vantage point from where I see the striped earth wire Winking at me through…
Sneha Subramanian Kanta
Lunar Phases In concentric circles of same spheres — two branches of two trees conjugate at the spot where the moon resides in the sky. The empty street, I imagine — carries you, the one far — in clear images…
Michael Bartholomew-Biggs
Labyrinth We came up from the south ..........................................................a tad off- course already but nothing we need fuss about, we said, we’re close enough. And even as we sensed a further....... drift........ away and not towards we weren’t too much alarmed.…
Lawrence Upton
As you ask I did go to Auschwitz. It damaged me greatly; but over a long time, a time not yet over -- I wake to my old self, too often, recalling loss; I do not know what of; that…
John Porter
Where it had stood was now just holes and rubble, signs warning of wires and the house gone like a wrenched tooth. Wind making tentative flutters still respecting walls not yet aware they'd fallen, gently teasing and releasing glimpses trapped…
Eabhan Ni Shuileabhain
This Much (For Osian) Further than Charon and the Ice Dwarfs, so far that even the bright green of the Cat's Eye has faded, morphed to a faint red-tinged sheen— And deeper, deeper than the roots of the jutting black…
Charlie Jones
Jalali Hello Jalali Yeah what would you like? Yeah. Yeah. Chicken Malayan, extra spice Is that all? Delivery has to be Ten pounds or more. Onion bhajis yeah What’s the address? Fourteen or forty? About half an hour yeah. ©…
Alex Josephy
The Signs Two snowflakes. Remember the pinch of frost, our wayard fall, the drift in which there was no-one the same as you. Crossed lines. Possibilities diverge. At the high pass all roads belong to you, so long…