Nisha Bhakoo

I’ll leave you where I found you I’m trying to call your name but scamp fritter, I got it all wrong I couldn’t trickle you down, gothic peach, you are black with make-up. And I’m finding it hard, to find…

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Antony Johae

On the Mount The Russian seer spoke from the heights of ecstasy and transfiguration. He found truth of strength in shame exculpation in semblance of the Son fairness in an equal brotherhood; abjured violent ferment pit of lovelessness pain of…

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Robert Etty

OFF TANNER’S LANE These sentences are drawn from recollections written towards the end of a life For M.E. The windows of our cottage looked four ways: north to an apple tree and a hedge, west to a turning windmill and…

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Hilaire

lever it’s at the back of my head. requires force and blind belief. a binary industrial strength switch. a trick. I forget if up is down and down, up or quite the reverse. this is no easy flick. grab that…

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Nancy Mattson

Drinking at the Stray Dog Cabaret Paint is all very well but it’s messy, you can see the brush strokes,  their shadows compromise the edges. What I need is pure colour, straight from the curved stripes  of the rainbow, one…

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