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Month: November 2016

Midnight’s Height

Posted on 25/11/201620/11/2017 by Dean English

Note: Low Is The New High. 14.11.2016, 12.02am, the town where I live experienced a 2 minute, 7.8 earthquake, lifting the land by as much as 2 metres, creating, in the former lowest Lowtide line, the new Hight Tide mark. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ….

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in a field at dusk

Posted on 19/11/201619/11/2016 by Mark Prisco

The oak tree shakes its withered leaves; shadows nodding on the train.

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This Plain

Posted on 18/11/201627/05/2017 by john keast

There is nothing on this plain: But thought A snide wind A wide-eyed gecko A hare’s dust The shadow of a hawk An escaping light A crooked-arm hill A lover’s swale Now, too, tears

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Mother’s Torment

Posted on 17/11/201627/05/2017 by john keast

Her hair is surf-sea waves crossing an ashen face. Who is she now her colour is gone, and her limbs are weak? Recognised and not; alive and not, a thin gown riding her bones, a buzzer in a skeletal hand. And where is the family now, now that she has fallen, now she is cast…

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Eternity waits.

Posted on 15/11/201615/11/2016 by PauletteSharronStewart

She woke to find him dead, Her mind went blank, Time ceased, Shocked, Cold, She stood, Eyes wide, Looking at the lifeless body, Cold and forever still. The air rings with the silent question, Why? There are no answers, None that mend or satisfy, Destiny’s seed Snuffed out, Never known, The joy of relationship, The…

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Flickers of Light

Posted on 15/11/201615/11/2016 by Editor

To roam those miles in your eyes, Through the lands of your devouring orchids, Covered by lavender and purple orchids, Your garden hides your daughters, A bloodline of high priestess sovereignty, You choose the path you take, Your rights to status marks your best choices, The flickers of light behind each eyelid, My heart thumps…

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Under A Hat

Posted on 14/11/201627/05/2017 by john keast

I became him under his hat, felt his voice rise in my throat and felt his smile on my face. We shared part of a life. Lives. And then he went, bent with pain. At the end, he tried to joke. He said a man in another bed came to pray. Yes, he said, pray…

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that man

Posted on 12/11/2016 by peterlebaige

      that man               to Leonard Cohen RIP that man in his elegant disguise of razored word took us down to the river that twisted with light amidst long runs of darkness, that river sounded like a whisper into the microphone of dream, ran with the strength…

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statistics

Posted on 12/11/201612/11/2016 by Mark Prisco

They’re no use: the obtuse facts have nothing to do but twiddle their thumbs and, hum in the dark.   *   Our love is mute as the moon tears   the lilac sky with her horn;   adorns the void between us –   mere idea in the womb.   In this early phase…

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Spider Lungs

Posted on 10/11/201610/11/2016 by Azzuen Berge

There are spider webs in my lungs. They contract and dilate Rip and tear with each grasping attempt to respire as I choke on lies deceit and strawberry aftershave.

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to be someone

Posted on 05/11/201605/11/2016 by Mark Prisco

up like a dog all night, in the damp flat, an ear for a knock on the door or a horn in the fog of a car park, some vacant lot,   in my hand hot banknotes. i become someone i’m not – an ace Face, leant against the brick wall out back, men come…

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Just an Old Fashioned love Song

Posted on 02/11/201602/11/2016 by PauletteSharronStewart

I’m just an old-fashioned love song, There’s nothing extraordinary about me, I believe in Jesus, Marriage, Children, My neighbour. In today’s world, Where faith is jeered, Marriage is scorned, Children are considered annoyances, I walk out of step, The song I sing is quiet Yet strong, To thy own self-be true, It’s hard to live…

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