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The Long Window

Posted on 14/12/2020 by john keast

Long windows set in stone, two up and two down. This building stands apart in a village notable for despair: the streets are empty and wide, made for horse, carriage, the drover’s dog. A small park  circled by iron, houses cling to life. And those windows, where spiders crawl and weave. Inside, tapping – an…

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becoming

Posted on 27/11/2020 by Mark Prisco

the face indistinct composite says nothing but bluffs, a closed bud a violet the garden hung w starlight no-one sees, the trees undercut, shades between, the plane that glides the voided sky at Pisces.  call it digression, a slip in standards. my dna is 99% gorilla  2% banana, but we’re not similar.  the death of…

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Ambition and Imagery

Posted on 27/11/202027/11/2020 by Sommer Cullingford

I will heave into the hands of hope, spitting from blood-thick mouthfuls – brimming with the ecstasy of once again having bitten off much more than I can chew. I will dislocate into each appetite, thriving headlong towards the outrageous fuchsia of some explicit garden, doomed to grow like a snake eating an antelope. I…

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This Little Bay

Posted on 25/11/2020 by john keast

Crab-legs of rock guard this little bay. It is a half-smile where seabirds ride the inshore swell. It is home to stork and squawking gull, and on the rocky shore oyster catchers’ red daggers prise out creatures that squirm in the sand. The basalt here is caked, split by sun and wave. When it is…

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Looking Back West

Posted on 21/11/2020 by emjay

East west winds. North south rows. Autumn’s chill fingers rubbing vineyards the wrong way.   The brown corduroy suit my mother had made for me My brother’s in aqua the colour of my faded Air NZ satchel and Dad’s MkII Cortina two tone with a carless day sticker.   M*A*S*H, Happy Days or Taxi at…

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Childhood

Posted on 10/11/2020 by Dove Grey

“Look mummy! There’s a shape-changer on the roof! First it was a man, and now it is a cougar!” “-Don’t be silly, boy, shape-changers don’t climb onto rooves.” “Yes yes! I saw it! He’s there.”   The sun beat down on the mother and son, Their little tea party on the deck continued. Howard finished…

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white dog on water is buoyant, lifeless

Posted on 03/11/2020 by Mark Prisco

tortoise lit sprayed w gas walks away maimed mid-mass heads roll flock puffed clods beneath cross stench & the bodies. are these memories/ flat the road up sun-struck dark & dust dries our skin the mind winds measured disinterested but. who was it sunk so desolate? so low alone the m- 6 bowels stirred by…

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Time knows

Posted on 31/10/2020 by emjay

I wrote a poem once airing and burying secrets and shame. A poet engaged with me about his job in waste management. He had some good points.   I wrote a poem once about a tragedy and loss of life. Later the death toll went up and my poem got better. Not because of the…

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Stairway to Nowhere

Posted on 23/10/2020 by gizzyblue

I live in a house – with a stairway to nowhere – But I have my heaven – When I’m in your arms – Dusky moonlight floods her light – As we lay & hold each other tight I live in a house – with a stairway to nowhere – But I have my heaven…

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A Day To Day Forgetting

Posted on 21/10/202004/11/2020 by Dean English

(the 90’s in bedsits & share-houses) they stayed, if they could, impassive, immediate, lowered themselves, sat-squat on the word’s hearth, drip sat on its flame-lick, wet fire, tank straddled, finger-loosened bungs; unlocked at the front, they’d come back unsure of this at first, and the second time, with American verse, the confessional females, I’d perform…

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blood

Posted on 20/10/2020 by Mark Prisco

say nothing. the sheets are damp. the doorknob turns. it’s going to hurt. it hurts but keep going. flushed w heat w shame of it. failure to communicate. the heart beats in its chest. it isn’t a trick, omg it’s so easy. you can do it in yr sleep. you can do it when yr…

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from SANDY ROOMS #4

Posted on 18/10/202025/10/2020 by Dean English

6 morning like nothing had happened; bench about a foot wide, three railings and seven or more municipal coats of various enamel paints covering seventy years of dawns, hissing ocean, salt and soap, sand, ‘sects, the bus so it links with the first train for one person who may feel the whole city conspires with,…

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