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Sun-Spun

Posted on 13/10/2020 by Sommer Cullingford

i. It bloats into a new hour and light’s all over me like anxiety. Flies fatten, nerves burst and as petals shed I molt creatures of keen sheets. Unhinge, seize abstractions from their skin! Undone, squint the big stars dim. ii. A quarter to ten so exquisitely tends this multifoliate host, surviving each of these…

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The Past

Posted on 13/10/2020 by Dove Grey

A yellow moon glowers, Over my homely mansion. A werewolf stalks on the pavement level. Here in the trees are the huge boughs, Of the neighborhood. We dwell, in the night-time, Above the ground, In a complex of closed apartments, Made of wood. The sickening dim light of the streets, Shines up weakly at the…

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Living

Posted on 04/10/2020 by Dove Grey

I was reared in the Church of Don’t-Worry-About-It, Under Saint Nobody. Nobody has stayed by my side all my life. He never criticizes, or he doesn’t answer back. Nobody walks with me, So I walk with nobody. He’s fine. I went with him to the Wailing Wall, Where I began to bang my head. My…

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Knowledge

Posted on 26/09/2020 by Dove Grey

Why should I go into the fields, wander slow… The grass doesn’t want me there! I have no reason, to stay in the house, Drinking tea and staring at the pattern On the wallpaper. Perhaps I should run, go somewhere, Where to? There is nothing of any significance farther away, Except mountains, snow, a river…

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Christening

Posted on 25/09/2020 by Dove Grey

If I was last, I would know, How swiftly the current goes. There it falls, a chalice of pewter, Down it falls, and splash! In the flow, Of dirty city water. An entire life fell from my hands, Its freedom, its happiness and its fulfilment. For a forefather’s burden, I let go, Joined the far…

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Run Home of Five Roads

Posted on 22/09/202024/09/2020 by Sommer Cullingford

i. Body of busy hills, I am an element on foot. When the distant cars hymned like bees in smooth unison, I fed them through a needle & pierced a hole into nervy noon; a blinking arrow through terse, blue linen, I seized a weave & knotted it at the nimbus umbilicus.   ii. A…

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Time Flies

Posted on 21/09/2020 by Dove Grey

Why put it off till later when you can do it now? Time is of the essence! Don’t wait, time flies, With wings of a hawk. First here, then years away, You’ll be unable to catch it if it goes, High in the sky, there it is – time. Reach for it if you want…

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thinner than water

Posted on 19/09/2020 by peterlebaige

thinner than water                        lament for a civil war                        Greece, 1943 – 1949 there was blood in the Aoos, the Aliakmonas, the Pineios, the Enipeas, the Evrotas, the Acheron, there was blood in crumbling…

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Her Classroom Breath #2

Posted on 19/09/202005/11/2020 by Dean English

tweens, twinks, milfs and cougars, silver bears, foxes brightly shaved and the babies, even-footed, holding on at the moving knees— nearly everyone has stood up to watch the action in the dojo; a few kids, and myself remain seated an arm’s length from everything Arse. lycra, denim; deeptoe Compression’s complete picture, this toned mature, on…

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The Grim Reaper

Posted on 16/09/2020 by gizzyblue

Empty buses trundling by – I watch from my balcony and sigh – Empty shops – Empty roads – Eerily apocalyptic – A war zone – No bombs dropping from the sky – Tis a silent creeper – This grim reaper – Wearing the mask of a clown – Atishoo Atishoo – We all fall…

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electioneering

Posted on 15/09/2020 by Mark Prisco

make me great again. lock the door when you walk in but talk. only   surprise me with (flowers, shoots like ligatures on the wrist with-)   strained visions. an image, not the stuffed bear   on the clothesline; a wire where a light was. make me new.   days have soared/hours wound so long…

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her classroom breath

Posted on 15/09/202022/09/2020 by Dean English

her classroom breath her boney cheek a child groins my cottoned hip river banks the tint of clay rock and flowers the wind devours blossom, ripped, resisting holds, vivid vivid blood on gi. cut from cheek to chin as I fell into his hand misreading what his move was the bleeding stopped another girl goes…

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