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Month: March 2016

saw you hanging from a tree

Posted on 18/03/2016 by Mark Prisco

I bowed upon the stroke. There was nothing but this night and I was happy then. Who knows   the poetry composed that night lost in the gaps between the stars? I strummed   six golden strings, but never nailed it. Peter, Jude –   I too have walked home, got lost in the mist…

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meditations, etc

Posted on 16/03/201614/09/2016 by Mark Prisco

  Meditations, etc   I               I’m chained I feel to my will, my flesh and bone; the pen in my hand follows the lines of my command. But it’s you, is it not, tapping the nerves and the veins along my arm; fiddling my words, my will.   II             What do the poets talk about…

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Word as it is Today

Posted on 15/03/2016 by Editor

Since when did he ever worry about his father’s permission He always did what he wanted to do regardless Fort Street left him wandering a path with no way home When he came looking for her It was too late He knew now when she tried to tell him She had run into the arms…

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richness

Posted on 15/03/2016 by peterlebaige

            richness ‘tenderness and tenderness and tenderness’ from’Night through the orange window’ by David Mitchell summer leaves bent with rain on the wind full-tide floating up shell and pine needles in a lifting breath the back of my hand along your thigh kisses november 21, 22, 2015

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not talking

Posted on 15/03/2016 by peterlebaige

            not talking when my wife feels like talking and i don’t i tell her my ancestors are watching me weighing me up on their heavy scales the ‘le baiges‘ of a few hundred years ago who for a few hundred years just tilled their soil tended their few beasts the talking goats and dancing…

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man of it

Posted on 15/03/2016 by peterlebaige

      man of it looking up into the giddy white grain of fog blowing around the streetlamp he reflects that he disappeared years ago into his own mist not seen clearly since. evening, 20 august 2014 nelson st, howick

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I know what to say and I know what to do

Posted on 08/03/2016 by Mark Prisco

I know what to say but can’t like my hands had been cut or worse and I can’t talk. It   doesn’t matter however like I said and even tho I’m here and you’re not   we’re together I think I walk the rounds the wrong way round – anyway   away from you, my…

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NA FIANNA

Posted on 08/03/2016 by Editor

As housewives brush a fly away Cast them aside the same way Most of me is rust A black eternal pool of suburban corrosive metal A broken social unicorn NA FIANNA We are weighted down by sins that don’t exist Indisputably we become aware of ourselves and the void Trickling water through a sieve Memories…

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The Eradication

Posted on 07/03/201614/03/2016 by Editor

He built a bonfire Next to a lake with no edges The red roses had been sucked from his skin Pale drooping as a flower reaches out to the rain Crystal shards formed at the water’s edge to the bonfire’s flames and embers He sat smoked and drank rum Memories of childhood games The flames…

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suffering

Posted on 05/03/2016 by Mark Prisco

I never get sick of the violets and greys of evenfall. Even so, I love the yellow splendours best, the first flowers of the year.   The suffering is, there; soft, a clean score that sparks memory, trembling the years; the scent  of hair.  My sorrows   are bitter, hard; to bear: friend, I’ve nothing,…

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from A Pilgrimage Of Snails

Posted on 04/03/201620/09/2016 by Dean English

VII Small odours hold in the walnut- panelled Glory Box, in special coffins for the life remembered, lined with pale silk; there, that’s your face, bent around the convex plane of the unused silver spoon commemorating royalty, succession, continuity; that’s your name, on the ticket stubs and programmes; a poster with your fame, almost overgrown by…

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horses at night

Posted on 02/03/2016 by Mark Prisco

I stopped to spot the grass, look at the stars. I caught   2 silhouettes, the slow movement of heads. Horses   are calm in the dark; when no-one’s there to see them.   But it starts – the music begins to grow   like 6 strings being tuned, slow.   27-28 October 2015

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